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<P>THE LAMENTATION OF A Bad Market:</P>
<P>OR, <HI>Knaves</HI> and <HI>Fools</HI> foully foyled, and fallen into a pit of their own digging: Wherein their late Errors are lamentingly laid down by one of the Brethren of that Function.</P>
<P>Snatcht from their <HI>Convention Table,</HI> AND Publi&s;hed to the end, that again&s;t the next time the People &s;hall be either &s;o Mad or Fooli&s;h to believe them, or tru&s;t them, they may learn more wit, and proceed more gradually, and not &s;o much to <HI>Phaetonize.</HI></P>
<Q>When Thieves fall out, hone&s;t Men come by their Goods again.</Q>
<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed at the Charge of <HI>John Lambert, Charles Fleetwood, Arthur He&s;ilrig,</HI> and <HI>&mdash; Hew&s;on</HI> the Cobler, and are to be di&s;tributed to the fainting Brethren. 1660.</P>
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<HEAD>THE LAMENTATION OF A Bad Market.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Friends and Brethren,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>THe cau&s;e of this Convention of the Saints, is to condole and lament our great and mani|fold Lo&s;&s;es and Cro&s;&s;es have be&s;et us, and compa&s;&s;ed us round about, to the utter over|throw of our great and glorious Cau&s;e, and our &s;elves and Honours like wi&s;e. This day not to be ob|&s;erved as hitherto have been, for Victories and Triumphs over our Enemies, but to be kept as a &s;olemn day of Expo&s;tula|tion, wherein we mu&s;t with grief, and &s;ighs, and &s;obs, and bitterne&s;s of &s;pirit, round up our Ma&s;ter for his perfidious leaving of us, and dealings toward us. Why &s;hould he thus reward his Saints with evil for good? We that have &s;ought the advancement of his Kingdom both night and day, by Plots, Devices, Stratagems, Fire, Ruines, Blood, all that ei|ther we, or he him&s;elf to help us, could invent; and that yet he &s;hould for&s;akes us, cuts our very hearts, &s;o that &s;carcely for angui&s;h of &s;pirit &s;hall we be able to look him in the face.</P>
<P>Let us &s;ee and examine our &s;elves, what we think may be the rea&s;ons of his late withdrawing from us, and his cancel|ling of our Commi&s;&s;ions in &s;uch &s;trange and unexpected man|ner;
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Was it becau&s;e we proceeded too ra&s;hly in the Rule and Governing of his Kingdoms, and flocked too thronging|ly to the Throne of Dignity, thereby to &s;horten, not prolong his Reign on Earth? or for that we have been too mindful of private Intere&s;t? or what &s;hould be the rea&s;ons of his thus, &s;clip&s;ing our <HI>Grandeur,</HI> think ye, my Brethren? Oh <HI>Lucifer! Lucifer</HI>! why ha&s;t thou for&s;aken us, and left thine own people in the day of Adver&s;ity? Why wilt thou not continue thy wonted goodne&s;s to thy cho&s;en ones? but &s;uffer them thus to be trodden under, and in&s;ulted over by the Ene|mies of both thy, Cau&s;e and ours, by both thy Enemies and our Enemies? Thou can&s;t not &s;ay thou ha&s;t ever found us un|faithful to thee in our Calling and Imployments; and where|fore then ha&s;t not thou protected us, and taken away that black vail which hath covered our eyes, but &s;uffered us thus to be be&s;otted and beguiled? Well, &s;eeing it is thus, we are re|&s;olved to be angry with thee; and if we were but certain of making our e&s;capes out of that Gin, Net and Trap thou ha&s;t caught us in, we could almo&s;t abandon thy Banners, under which we have thus long fought. Why ha&s;t thou thus painted and be&s;potted the immaculate Garments and White Robes of thine Elect with the du&s;t of the earth?</P>
<P>Oh Brethren! that we had but had the policy of the Monks, then &s;hould not we have been reduced to that low ebbe which now we are. Friends, &s;eeing we have begun, let us &s;earch our &s;elves to the bottom, and recount what we were in the dayes of old: Were not we the de&s;pi&s;ed of the Na|tion? Were not we contented with the meane&s;t Cottages to cover our heads, the like Food to &s;u&s;tain our &s;elves, and the poore&s;t Weeds to clothe our &s;elves? In tho&s;e dayes we took no thought, neither were our heads bu&s;ied with National Oc|currances, the Secrets of Kingdoms, Kings and Princes, the acquaintance of Powers, and Exerci&s;e of Powers, Ruling and Dominion, Governments in Church and State? Our chiefe&s;t cover and bu&s;ine&s;s then were to get bread to &s;eed our &s;elves, and Clothes to cover our nakedne&s;s, and to become
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the be&s;t Workmen in the &s;everal Trades and Occupations our Fathers gave us education in, as Thimble-makers, Razor|makers, Taylors, Coblers, Carpenters, Weavers, Brewers Pedlers, and &s;uch like Vocations: Then were we happy, m friends, and lived in peace, &s;ucking Con&s;olation and Nouri&s;h|ment from the Pottage-pot, Beef and Bag-pudding. O that we had never known or been in&s;tructed in the Rudiments of Ambition, but had delighted in the Precepts of Content! O that our Ma&s;ter had never charmed us into an a&s;piring vain, unle&s;s withall he had given us more &s;ober and politick heads, for the management of our Affairs of &s;uch a va&s;t Circumfe|rence! O what fools were we, that when we had mounted two or three &s;teps, and with the fatning Coniolation of a &s;ute|able portion of Kings Lands, Queens, Bi&s;hops, Deans and Chapters, and other Seque&s;tred Lands and E&s;tates, as were al|lotted unto us, we could not re&s;t contented there, but mu&s;t &s;till be fluttering with our ambitious Wings at the Helm, and nothing will &s;atisfie Coblers and Brewers, but Crowns and Scepters. We might have taken our Brother the <HI>Neapolitane Ma&s;&s;ionello</HI>'s Chance into our con&s;ideration, which (it may be) if our ambitious eyes had not been dazled with the glit|tering hopes of Gold and Honour, but that we could have had a &s;erious reflexion on the &s;ame, would have given &s;ome check to our haughtine&s;s, and a Rein to our furious current. But we (like <HI>Icarus)</HI> mu&s;t mount, and &s;tand in competition with the Sun, till that he melts the Wings of our Ambition like wax, and plunges our brazen faces into the deeps: Nothing but <HI>Phaetons</HI> reque&s;t will give &s;atisfaction unto us, and I think we have &s;econded him indifferent wel, to our own &s;orrow and de&s;truction.</P>
<P>O that we had trodden the path that our good Ma&s;ter <HI>Oli|ver</HI> le&s;t behinde him! and that the <HI>Fleetwoods</HI> had not dealt &s;o ra&s;hly with his &s;ucce&s;&s;or in di&s;inthronizing him, and in time que&s;tionle&s;s we might have charmed him by the Spiritual con|ver&s;ations of <HI>Goodwyn, Sterrey</HI> and <HI>Peters,</HI> into a fit compo|&s;ure, and tempered con&s;titution to have pre&s;erved us in our
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&s;everal mounted Stations, as his father had done before him. O that the Hopes of the <HI>Flee woods</HI> had not been &s;o mighty, and the Ambition of the <HI>Lamberts</HI> &s;o great! then, even in this day, might we have been wallowing in our far Livings, as the <HI>Sow walloweth in the mine;</HI> but now we cannot, with the <HI>Dog, return to his vomit.</HI> O that we had had b<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"> &s;o much wit as to have avoided the long Treaties, tedious Meetings and Prolongations in the terrible &s;ea&s;on which the politick <HI>Monck</HI> put upon us. Had we well noted that State-Aphori&s;m <HI>(viz.) Delayes breed Danger,</HI> then had we not been in this drooping and low e&s;tate we are reduced unto. But we were confident in the arm of our &s;trength, and did not dread or fear the Ene|mies that were ri&s;en up again&s;t us and our Cau&s;e: All the care we took was to provide bags to part the &s;poil of another Se|que&s;tration, but now our bags are rent from us.</P>
<P>How much would we now give, to have had then a &s;pirit of fore-&s;eeing and fore-knowing; then &s;urely we &s;hould, if not with victory, have come off with a complying <HI>Plaudite,</HI> and not with &s;uch a hi&s;sing Reproach as is attributed unto us. Friends, to &s;ee how we have been fooled, is doleful and &s;oul|cutting to rehear&s;e; for whil&s;t we &s;tand &s;cu&s;&s;ling, fighting, &s;trugling, &s;narling and contemning for the Bone, the Owner watches his opportunity, and comes and &s;natcheth away the Meat from us. and leaves us to eat each other for hunger, and in a far wor&s;e e&s;tate than at the beginning. Truly, friends, we are in a very &s;ad condition, and have brought our Hogs to a very fair Market, but have made but a &s;oul price of them I'll a&s;&s;ure you. Now the people have found out what we are, and what way all our actions bent their cour&s;e, now that our Cau&s;e is quite &s;plit, and our Honour laid in the du&s;t, our acts of Inju&s;tice laid open before them, they will &s;tone us if we pa&s;s along the &s;treets. We have received the Mark of the Bea&s;t in our foreheads, and the very Children will &s;mell us out, even as the Cat doth the Mou&s;e, and hunt us up and down more than ever they did <HI>Marriot:</HI> So that to &s;tay here, we dare not, for fear of the Judge who is at the door, and will
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reward every one according to their &s;everal deeds, whether good or evil, for him or again&s;t him. And to fly into Foreign Nations, will be far wor&s;e than to abide here; for there the very&s;tones in the &s;treet will ri&s;e up again&s;t, and accu&s;e &s;uch vile Traytors as we, anp we &s;hall be murthered like &s;o many Dogs. Men and Brethren, what &s;hall we do?&mdash;In my judgement, our onely way is to march under the &s;everal Ban|ners of our Profe&s;sions, and &s;everal Occupations, Trades and Vocations, to meet our Landlord, and cry <HI>Pecavimus</HI> with Halters inriching our Necks. O beloved, that in this our day of Adver&s;ity, we were become, as once, hone&s;t Thimble|makers, Cutlers, Coblers, Beewers, Taylors, Carpenters, Wea|vers, Tinkers! then &s;hould we take quiet &s;leeps, then would not fears and dangers in the nights alarm us, and row&s;e us from our pillows: Now we &s;hall be &s;ubject unto continual fears, ever expecting and looking for a Me&s;&s;enger to be &s;ent unto us, to call us to an accompt, by our Landlords order: We have broken the Covenants in our Lea&s;es, and have &s;uf|fered his Lands and Tenements to be run over with ruine; we have forfeited for non-payment of Rent, Service, Ho|mage and Fealty, again&s;t Law and Equity, and a &s;trong Co|venant in our Lea&s;es to that purpo&s;e: We have prohibited his entrance to view the &s;tate of the reparations of his Me&s;|&s;uages, Lands and Tenements: We have per&s;ecuted and kil|led his Servants and Friends, whom for that purpo&s;e he has &s;o often &s;ent unto us: And what can ye name that we have not done? Finally, Brethren what accompt &s;hall we give of our Steward&s;hip? and which of us &s;hall have that impudent bold|ne&s;s as to look him in the face? Whether &s;hall we&s;ly for re|&s;uge, or unto whom for protection? The fight of the King will cut us like a two-edged Sword; who &s;hall abide his pre|&s;ence? We have digged a pit, and are fallen into it our &s;elves: how &s;hall we then e&s;cape? we have invented and prepared mi&s;chief for others, and it is returned upon our own pates: Who &s;hall pity us? who &s;hall &s;ave us? who &s;hall de|liver us?</P>
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Now thou our &s;trength hath left us all,</L>
<L>For people to deride our fall:</L>
<L>Our wicked actings great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>Shall condemn us ith'Judgement-Hall.</L>
<L>Ambitions wings are melted,</L>
<L>Out Honour with dirt is pelted,</L>
<L>And we are left be&s;melted,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e we mu&s;t needs be Belted.</L>
<L>Oh! that as fir&s;t we did begin</L>
<L>With a Coblers Awl, and a Taylors Pin;</L>
<L>With Carpenters Rule, Brewers Sling,</L>
<L>Weavers Trade, Pedlers Pack,</L>
<L>Tinkers Budget, Millers Sack:</L>
<L>We could but now to work again,</L>
<L>All in our pri&s;tine Trades amain:</L>
<L>O then how happy &s;hould we be,</L>
<L>If of our Honour we were free,</L>
<L>And could but cry, <HI>God Trading &s;end,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And grant us Peace unto <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"></HI></L>
<TRAILER>THE END.</TRAILER>
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