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<HEAD>REBELLION'S DOWNFALL</HEAD>
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<Q>Ju&s;titia Regis, Paxe&s;t populorum, Tutamen patriae, immunitas pl<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">bis, temperies aeris, &s;erenitas Maris, Terrae &s;aecunditas, &s;olatium paupuram, Cura laguorum, Gaudium hominum hariditas Filiorum, et &s;ibimet ip&s;i &s;pes futura beatitu|dinis.</Q>
<BIBL><HI>Greg. Mor.</HI> 5.</BIBL>
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<L>_BEhold how Blood-hown-<HI>Vengeance</HI> hath at la&s;t</L>
<L>Unlodg'd <HI>Security,</HI> and over-ca&s;t</L>
<L>Pro&s;pirous <HI>Rebellion,</HI> which &s;o long hath blaz'd</L>
<L>Like a prodigious <HI>Commet,</HI> and had rais'd</L>
<L>Vice to &s;o high a pitch, that, Vertue &s;eem'd</L>
<L>As 'twere impo&s;ible to be redeem'd</L>
<L>From &s;ad <HI>Captivety,</HI> till <HI>Heav'n</HI> thought good</L>
<L>To tracke <HI>Rebellion</HI> by the guiltle&s;s blood</L>
<L>Of Martyr'd CHARLES which hath betray'd, though late,</L>
<L>The wor&s;t of <HI>Traytors</HI> to the wor&s;t of <HI>Fate;</HI></L>
<L>Now they may &s;ee by this their &s;udden <HI>fall,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;low-pac'd <HI>Judgment</HI> is the wor&s;t of all:</L>
<L>A pro&s;perous <HI>Vice</HI> &s;erves only to delude</L>
<L>Like <HI>Fatious</HI> Fire, the gazing <HI>Multitude.</HI></L>
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<L>How hath this <HI>Nation</HI> bin a long time u&s;'d</L>
<L>To the&s;e fal&s;e <HI>Lights,</HI> how &s;adly bin abu&s;'d</L>
<L>And led by them out of the quiet way</L>
<L>Of <HI>Peace,</HI> and Cheated by a <HI>yea,</HI> and <HI>nay:</HI></L>
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<L><HI>Rebellion (like a mon&s;truous Hydra) &s;preads,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till Judgment, at one blow, cuts off her heads.</HI></L>
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<L>Thankes be to <HI>Heaven,</HI> that hath in <HI>Merey</HI> brought</L>
<L><HI>I&s;rael,</HI> from <HI>Egypt,</HI> who, a long time wrought</L>
<L>Vnder the fatall <HI>Ta&s;k-ma&s;ters,</HI> who&s;e Law</L>
<L>Made us make Bricks, yet took away our Straw;</L>
<L><HI>Mo&s;es</HI> and <HI>Aron</HI> (partners in this woe)</L>
<L>Could not prevaile to let the <HI>Children</HI> goe.</L>
<L><HI>Pharaoh</HI> was &s;till perfidious, Yet the <HI>God</HI></L>
<L>Of our ble&s;t <HI>Jacob,</HI> with his Iron-rod,</L>
<L>Scourg'd <HI>Pharaoh</HI> and his <HI>Hoa&s;t,</HI> and made them know</L>
<L>That <HI>I&s;rael</HI> mu&s;t not &s;tay, if Heav'en bids go;</L>
<L>Yet this Jle &s;ay of <HI>Pharaoh</HI> and his <HI>Powers,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though ours were Saints, yet his were Saints to ours:</HI></L>
<L>Thankes be to <HI>Heav'en</HI> for this mo&s;t happy day,</L>
<L><HI>Judgments</HI> Red-Sea hath wa&s;ht them both away;</L>
<L>Strange alteration! <HI>Pharaoh</HI> being drown'd</L>
<L>In his <HI>own Floods,</HI> our <HI>I&s;rael</HI> is Crown'd;</L>
<L>Let not the Children grumble, or account</L>
<L>Their labours lo&s;t, <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> is in the <HI>Mount,</HI></L>
<L>He will prevaile to wa&s;h away this &s;taine,</L>
<L>If like <HI>Lotts</HI> wife we looke not back againe;</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> will prevaile with <HI>God</HI> in our behal&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>If Aron does not make a golden Calfe:</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Voes</HI> we &s;ee, if we ob&s;erve, with care</L>
<L>Like <HI>Ab&s;alom</HI> are hang'd in their own <HI>haire;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rebellion</HI> leaves them underneath the <HI>Oake,</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> (like to <HI>Joab</HI>) gives the <HI>Stroake:</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>David</HI> mournes (thinking what they have bin)</L>
<L>Not for their <HI>puni&s;hment,</HI> but for their <HI>&s;in;</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Vengance</HI> comes in ha&s;t it will not &s;tay,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Pioneers,</HI> it cuts our Judgments way;</L>
<L>The <HI>Arke</HI> thus won, let <HI>David</HI> dance before it,</L>
<L>And, like the <HI>I&s;ralites,</HI> we will adore it:</L>
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<L>Thus as our <HI>David,</HI> with a faithfull <HI>Sling</HI></L>
<L>Hath kill'd <HI>Goliah,</HI> let our <HI>David</HI> &s;ing</L>
<L>As <HI>David</HI> did, My <HI>God</HI> which dwells on high</L>
<L>Hath done this good for <HI>I&s;rael,</HI> not <HI>I:</HI></L>
<L><HI>He</HI> hath redeem'd <HI>us</HI> from our great di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>And led <HI>us</HI> from <HI>Rebellions</HI> Wilderne&s;s:</L>
<L>Now may the <HI>I&s;ralites</HI> declare and tell</L>
<L>They were deliver'd by a <HI>Miracle;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Merey</HI> pre&s;erv'd them from the fatall brinke</L>
<L>Of <HI>death'</HI> nay and the R<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="3 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">d make them drinke;</L>
<L><HI>Heav'en</HI> &s;ent them Qu<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> all the ground was &s;pred</L>
<L>With <HI>Manna,</HI> like a ta<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"> <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">or their <HI>bread;</HI></L>
<L>Is it not meet that tho&s;e which liv'd &s;o long</L>
<L>With <HI>I&s;raels</HI> mercy; &s;hould fing <HI>J&s;raels</HI> Song?</L>
<L>But yet there are &s;ome <HI>I&s;ralites</HI> forgot,</L>
<L>As they &s;uppo&s;e, that drew the longe&s;t Lot</L>
<L>In our late Mi&s;eries, who now repine,</L>
<L>Being glad of <HI>Water,</HI> that expected <HI>Wine;</HI></L>
<L>Some that were never con&s;tant to their <HI>Vows</HI></L>
<L>They &s;ay, now &s;natch the <HI>Manna</HI> from their <HI>mouths;</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> does not know how they are fed,</L>
<L>Some having all, and others wanting bread:</L>
<L>They &s;ay <HI>De&s;ert</HI> goes wandring up and down</L>
<L>Being loath t'intrench too much upon the Crown:</L>
<L>Since <HI>Heav'en in Judgment</HI> hath rewarded <HI>Trea&s;on,</HI></L>
<L>True <HI>Loyalty</HI> will never our of &s;ea&s;on,</L>
<L>Though at the pre&s;ent we are &s;omething lame</L>
<L>(Being Fortunes <HI>Criples</HI>) we are &s;till the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Tis not within the power of griping &s;orrow</L>
<L>To make us good to day, and bad to morrow;</L>
<L>We are no old <HI>State-Juglens,</HI> that can be,</L>
<L>Hone&s;t for <HI>gaine,</HI> or el&s;e <HI>ne&s;ce&s;&s;itie:</HI></L>
<L>But hold, I &s;hall be chidd, but 'tis no matter,</L>
<L>A <HI>Pen</HI> too full of <HI>Jnck,</HI> may &s;ome time &s;catter,</L>
<L>And leave a <HI>blott</HI> or two; and &s;o has mine,</L>
<L>But J'le not write my &s;elfe into a <HI>Line:</HI></L>
<L>Therefore, as <HI>God</HI> hath out of <HI>mercy</HI> &s;ent</L>
<L>Our <HI>Soveraigne</HI> home againe, let's re&s;t content,</L>
<L>And not with fruitle&s;s petulacies bring</L>
<L>Upon our heads, the anger of our <HI>King,</HI></L>
<L>Le&s;t <HI>God,</HI> who&s;e goodne&s;s, takes delight to &s;ave,</L>
<L>Should take in Judgment, what his <HI>mercy</HI> gave:</L>
<L>Let us rejoyce that our (once hopelels) eyes</L>
<L>Doe &s;ee the downfall of our <HI>Enemies.</HI></L>
<L>Now CHARLES the <HI>great,</HI> and <HI>good,</HI> hath purg'd the Land</L>
<L>And Rules his <HI>Subjectes</HI> with a pro&s;perous hand;</L>
<L>Let us be thankfull, that in <HI>him</HI> are ble&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Time, and conveniency, will worke the re&s;t.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>Qae&s;itor &s;elerum veniet vindexque reorum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Qui Commi&s;&s;a &s;uis rimabitur argumentis,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In lucemique trahet, tacitaque licentia fraude,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hine etiam immitis tortor poeneque mini&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Et quisque vero &s;avit, culpamve perodit,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Proditur, atque alio qui iurgia Pectore tollat.</HI></L>
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<BYLINE>By <HI>John Quarles.</HI></BYLINE>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed by <HI>Edward Crowch</HI> dwelling on <HI>Snow-hill.</HI> 1662.</P>
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