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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE DOWN-FALL OF THE ARK.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">OR, THE MORNING-EXERCISE AT AN END.</HEAD>
<L>AND now the <HI>Ark</HI> is falling is there ne'r</L>
<L>An <HI>&V;zza</HI> left, of &s;o many that dare</L>
<L>Lend an ob&s;equious hand, or hath of late</L>
<L>The <HI>London</HI> Clergy met with <HI>Ely</HI>'s Fate?</L>
<L>Where is the Dapper <HI>Hero?</HI> where is he</L>
<L>That danc'd before the <HI>Ark</HI> &s;o merrily</L>
<L>But tother day, or doth he not re&s;ent</L>
<L>The <HI>Ark,</HI> that did defend the <HI>Covenant?</HI></L>
<L>Say are the <HI>Presbyterian</HI> Champions fled?</L>
<L>Is &s;turdy <HI>Vines,</HI> and thundering <HI>Mar&s;hall</HI> dead?</L>
<L>Or do they now de&s;ert their Cau&s;e, or be</L>
<L>They (with <HI>Cornelius</HI> and his Company)</L>
<L>Ca&s;hier'd, exploded, and disbanded all?</L>
<L>What ne'r a Rende&s;vouz Provincial?</L>
<L>Go knock at <HI>Sion</HI> Colledge, ask for <HI>Mun,</HI></L>
<L>See what's become of Good old <HI>Simeon,</HI></L>
<L>And weeping <HI>Jeremy,</HI> than &s;earch the Signs</L>
<L>For <HI>Spur&s;tow, Jackson,</HI> and the Club Divines,</L>
<L>Tell'em the <HI>Ark</HI> is falling, and will be</L>
<L>'Thout their A&s;&s;i&s;tance lo&s;t eternally.</L>
<L>Time was my Ma&s;ters you could draw a &s;word,</L>
<L>Beat Drums, &s;ound Trumpets, and then fall abord</L>
<L>The Enemy, mount the <HI>next</HI> Pulpit thence,</L>
<L>Cur&s;e <HI>Meros</HI> for his &s;loth and negligence,</L>
<L>St<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">nd &s;tifly to the Cau&s;e, never give o'er,</L>
<L>Wi<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ne&s;&s;e your Brother <HI>A&s;h</HI> at <HI>Mar&s;enmore.</HI></L>
<L>Time was when you could fight with lips &amp; hands,</L>
<L>Could turn your Cla&s;&s;es into Trained Bands,</L>
<L>Thence, go a trouping to the neighbouring Towns,</L>
<L>For &s;words and gantlets, barter Scarfes and Gowns,</L>
<L>Court places of Command, &s;wop bra&s;s for &s;teel,</L>
<L>Make <HI>Robbin</HI> leave his Plow and <HI>Jug</HI> her wheel,</L>
<L>Ferret out of their holes each Mothers &s;on</L>
<L>On the &s;trict pennance of damnation;</L>
<L>But now the <HI>Ark</HI> is falling, now the vile</L>
<L>And &s;ordid Rabel threaten to di&s;poil</L>
<L>Her of each &s;acred Gem and ornament,</L>
<L>The Rod for <HI>Aaron</HI> and the <HI>Covenant;</HI></L>
<L>The pot of Money, and the golden Rings,</L>
<L>The Bowls, the Spoons, the Lamps and other things</L>
<L>She ju&s;tly claims as hers, and only be</L>
<L>The Monuments of pri&s;tine Charity;</L>
<L>Now that the &s;wearing and debauched &s;park</L>
<L>Vow's that He'l make a <HI>Dagon</HI> of the <HI>Ark,</HI></L>
<L>Hew it to pieces, not a &s;hred or bit,</L>
<L>Nor the lea&s;t Attome &s;hall remain of it;</L>
<L>But every fragment of it &s;hall be thrown</L>
<L>Into the deep gulf of Oblivion;</L>
<L>How can you hold your peace and not expre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>A Cruelty great as the Wickedne&s;&s;e?</L>
<L>Methinks I hear the Eccho of your Cry,</L>
<L>O u&s;e the <HI>Ark</HI> not &s;o inhumanely!</L>
<L>What fault, what fact, what mi&s;chief hath it done,</L>
<L>'Twas never friend to &s;uper&s;tition,</L>
<L>Or &s;acriledge, though &s;ome ally'd to Hell</L>
<L>Avouch the <HI>Ark</HI> ro&s;e as the Temple fell?</L>
<L>Saw but you how the &s;coffing multitude</L>
<L>Deride the <HI>Ark,</HI> in what a &s;curvy rude</L>
<L>Manner they treat the Exerci&s;e, you could</L>
<L>Not po&s;&s;ibly be &s;ilent though you would.</L>
<L>Saith one, (and than he &s;miles) it was my Fate</L>
<L>To meet the <HI>Ark</HI> la&s;t week at <HI>Cripplegate;</HI></L>
<L>Then 'twent upon its la&s;t legs, tother day</L>
<L>'Twas bury'd at <HI>Sepulchres</HI> others &s;ay,</L>
<L>It had been &s;o indeed a third Replies,</L>
<L>But that &s;ome did deny it Ob&s;equies</L>
<L>And Sepulture, deeming it fitter that</L>
<L>It &s;hould be brought forth to the City gate</L>
<L>There to expire its la&s;t, and die, for &s;o</L>
<L>Notorious Malefactors u&s;e to doe.</L>
<L>A fourth will break a je&s;t, he therefore cries</L>
<L>Pi&s;h 'twas <HI>Tradiskins</HI> Ark of Novelties!</L>
<L>A fi&s;t &s;teps in and &s;wear's that it was one</L>
<L>Of the grand &s;eedplots of Rebellion,</L>
<L>The <HI>Trojan</HI> Hor&s;e out of who&s;e fatal &s;ide</L>
<L>Cohorts of armed Men did lately &s;lide,</L>
<L>That did mole&s;t, indanger, and annoy</L>
<L>The <HI>Britti&s;h</HI> Kingdoms, and our <HI>Engli&s;h Troy.</HI></L>
<L>Good Lord how many men have left their wives</L>
<L>Their pretty babies, ventured their lives!</L>
<L>Taught by the <HI>Ark</HI> that they mu&s;t both di&s;pen&s;e</L>
<L>With Life and Liberty for Con&s;cience</L>
<L>And purity, I can remember wel</L>
<L>The <HI>Ark</HI> was than the <HI>London</HI> Oracle.</L>
<L>How have I &s;een the ha&s;ty Prenti&s;e fling</L>
<L>His Apron off, the Brewer leave his &s;ling;</L>
<L>The Shoemaker his <HI>All,</HI> his wife and friend</L>
<L>For&s;ake his <HI>La&s;t</HI> perhaps to find his End;</L>
<L>Weavers their Shuttles break, the Dyers vow</L>
<L>They'l trade in none but &s;carlet colours now;</L>
<L>The Merchant pi&s;heth at &s;uch civil &s;trife,</L>
<L>Scorns now a le&s;&s;er Venture than his Life,</L>
<L>All &s;orts and ranks of men wil now begon,</L>
<L>Each doth de&s;ert his Occupation.</L>
<L>Thus was our <HI>Ark</HI> for the fir&s;t &s;even years</L>
<L>Not carried upon &s;taves, but &s;words and &s;pears.</L>
<L>In comes the la&s;t, but more ingeniou&s;ly,</L>
<L>Now that the waters are a&s;&s;wag'd &s;aith he,</L>
<L>Now that the hills and mountains gin to peep</L>
<L>Out of the bo&s;ome of the &s;ilent deep,</L>
<L>And &s;hew them&s;elves, now that the Royal Dove</L>
<L>Hath brought an Olive branch of peace and Love,</L>
<L>Vow's that he wil have every petty crime</L>
<L>And injury drown'd in the &s;ea of Time,</L>
<L>O Let us all (from fir&s;t and la&s;t conclude</L>
<L>(In token of our joy and gratitude,)</L>
<L>To &s;plit the <HI>Ark</HI> to pieces, may it ne'r &s;tand</L>
<L>A Monument of Gods revenging hand,</L>
<L>And our Offences, or if'ts worth our pains,</L>
<L>Let us build Altars out of its remains,</L>
<L>Where with devotion and &s;olemnities,</L>
<L>Offer we Loyal hearts in &s;acrifice!</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed 1661.</P>
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