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<P>The Fooles of Fate: <HI>OR,</HI> The unravelling of the PARLIAMENT and ARMY.</P>
<LG>
<L>Fate (for our crimes) permitted us</L>
<L>To grumble 'gain&s;t each thing,</L>
<L>Next for to be tumultuous,</L>
<L>And fight again&s;t our King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He, downe to have tho&s;e bore our eares,</L>
<L>We our Reformers made</L>
<L>To be &s;ole Authors of our feares,</L>
<L>And to make War a Trade.</L>
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<LG>
<L>They fearing we have found their &s;lie</L>
<L>And villanous projction,</L>
<L>Have rais'd an Army, and will trie</L>
<L>To force us yeeld &s;ubjection.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Their Army are the peoples hate,</L>
<L>Both they will now pull down,</L>
<L>And now behold the <HI>Fools of Fate</HI></L>
<L>Fall dead by <HI>Charles</HI> his Crowne.</L>
</LG>
<P>Printed in the Yeer. 1648.</P>
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<HEAD>The Fooles of Fate, or the unravelling of the Parliament and Army.</HEAD>
<P>SEnators, Citizens and Souldiers have been ever noted as of different powers, &s;o of different tempers, each party never imagining a parity for the Senator to mea&s;ure out the Lawes by the City-yard, the Citizen to pin his faith upon the Senators &s;leeve, or the Souldier to fight in a Gowne with the City-Charter in his hand, is as mon&s;trous as the <HI>Chaos</HI> of Presbyte|ry, or a King on the &s;toole of repentance.</P>
<LG>
<L>A &s;weet Conjunction fure, an <HI>Omen</HI> good,</L>
<L>When Senate, City, Army joyne in blood,</L>
<L>While <HI>Martin, Warner, Cromwell</HI> do commix</L>
<L>To ruine King and Kingdome by their tricks:</L>
<L>While that the&s;e &s;onnes of mi&s;chiefe, though they hate</L>
<L>Each other, can meet and procreate</L>
<L>New brats of mi&s;chief, and their Ba&s;tard Heires</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be maintained by the Kingdomes feares;</L>
<L><HI>Fide&s;&s;a</HI> and <HI>Speranze</HI> all the graces</L>
<L>Doe with <HI>A&s;trea,</HI> flie to heavenly places:</L>
<L><HI>Bellona vile Due&s;&s;a,</HI> hell and night</L>
<L>Doe bring their mon&s;trous birth to the worlds light.</L>
</LG>
<P>Yet how dar'&s;t thou thou &s;awcie Mu&s;e, to que&s;tion the acts of tho&s;e mechanick Princes? Knowe&s;t thou not that <HI>Martin</HI> may belch in thy face, (the &s;teeme of his hot breath being of a more &s;uffocating efficacie to men, then the lake <HI>Avernus</HI> to birds) and bla&s;t thee with <HI>Naamans</HI> Lepro&s;ie? Feare&s;t thou not that <HI>War|ners</HI> Wor&s;hip, (that excellent City-Patriot, who&s;e innocency is &s;uch that he &s;carce di&s;cernes his right hand from his left, or a Ge|neva Bible from the Holy Writ) the true and undoubted Mayor of London, <HI>Stilo novo,</HI> will not &s;ummon thee before his Non|&s;en&s;e&s;hip, and having expo&s;tulated with thee a long time in the Barbarian tongue, &s;end a Tip&s;taffe with thee to <HI>Tullianum?</HI> may not <HI>Cromwell</HI> (if his Grace be yet mortall) command his Journev|men at We&s;tmin&s;ter to call thee before them, and to pa&s;&s;e their doom upon thee, as an oppo&s;er of the Saints, and an abu&s;er of his
<PB N="2" REF="3">No&s;e? Yes, yes, it is worth thy feare, were it not that thou art now non-re&s;ident, &s;ometimes at We&s;tmin&s;ter to the terrour of the Junto, &s;ometimes at Guild-hall, and then M. <HI>Warner</HI> &s;tarts, as if he &s;aw the glimps of his Maje&s;ties &s;word, &s;ometimes at the Court of Guard, before Colche&s;ter, and then <HI>Tom</HI> halts from be|fore thee, as if the pockey humour in his toe had for&s;aken him: the truth is, thou art prying every where, con&s;tant no where, &amp;c.</P>
<LG>
<L>And 'tis but requi&s;ite when Rebells gape,</L>
<L>When <HI>Lewis</HI> that fell wolfe, <HI>Leechman</HI> that Ape,</L>
<L>And <HI>Hun&s;cot</HI> that &s;ame Otter hunt about,</L>
<L>And with a full cry trace the royall Rout.</L>
</LG>
<P>But I &s;tand too long at the gate, now I will enter the inchanted Ca&s;tle, and skirmi&s;h a while with Devills and Centaurs, <HI>i. e.</HI> with the Junto and Army; I am in the round Hou&s;e of Yeas and Noes, even in the Hou&s;e of Commons, it is fit therefore I pro&s;trate my &s;elf on my maribones, &amp; &s;upplicate their high &amp; mightine&s;&s;es thus:</P>
<LG>
<L>All haile mo&s;t high and mighty Sots,</L>
<L>Who England do divide by lots,</L>
<L>To whom all Rebells ever were,</L>
<L>Were puny rogues, who&s;e wit or feare</L>
<L>Deterr'd them from your mon&s;trous acts,</L>
<L>And plowing hell with horrid facts.</L>
<L>Inhumane Vipers hatch'd to be</L>
<L>The Midwives of our mi&s;erie,</L>
<L>Where is your King? &s;ee how a red</L>
<L>Dide deep doth o're their faces &s;pread:</L>
<L>Is there Law, Go&s;pell, is there &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t Mortalls? or hath impudence</L>
<L>Surpriz'd the Organs of the mind?</L>
<L>It hath, as truth by you we find;</L>
<L>Our eyes of Trea&s;on we accu&s;e,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they lead us to peru&s;e</L>
<L>Your damned Votes, &s;uch Legends are</L>
<L>Not in <HI>Baronius Occular:</HI></L>
<L>Shall <HI>Charles</HI> be mewd up in a cage,</L>
<L>While you injoy the golden Age?</L>
<L>He &s;ent to the extreame&s;t bounds,</L>
<L>Where night <HI>Hyperions</HI> &s;onne confounds,</L>
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<L>Sitting the pole &s;o farre beneath,</L>
<L>He &s;carcely heares the windes that breath,</L>
<L>While you (brave Joviali&s;ts) command</L>
<L>Like Gods of clay, by Sea and Land,</L>
<L>Re&s;igne, re&s;igne, ere it be too late,</L>
<L>Proceed not for to tempt your Fate:</L>
<L><HI>Tom</HI> cannot &s;ave you, he is lame,</L>
<L>Nois gon to Hell, from whence you came:</L>
<L>Let not your lying Prophets be</L>
<L>The oracles of de&s;tinie,</L>
<L>In your e&s;teem, till &s;ent by us</L>
<L>Unto profounde&s;t Tartarus.</L>
<L>Lillies a Lyer, each man &s;ees</L>
<L>By his owne Ephimerides:</L>
<L>And <HI>Booker,</HI> hath mi&s;took the &s;tarres,</L>
<L>While he proposd all peace, no warres:</L>
<L>Though you perhaps, like Fooles of Fate,</L>
<L>A while yet longer may be great,</L>
<L>Yet know your ruine is decreed</L>
<L>By heaven and men; then look to bleed.</L>
</LG>
<P>Look for <HI>Platoes</HI> yeare, or for <HI>Mahomets Elizium</HI> &s;ay they, as &s;oone as to behold our downfall; delude your &s;elves with vaine hopes to the la&s;t minute; it will be the more ample Ju&s;tice &amp; com|pleat revenge: in the mean time, 'twere fit that the people were throughly per&s;waded of your wickedne&s;&s;e, &amp; that they no longer wor&s;hiped the <HI>God of Heaven</HI> &amp; of <HI>Eckron</HI> at once, nor like Bu|ge&s;&s;e the counterfeit Doctor of Pauls, halt between two opinions, one while inveigh again&s;t <HI>Sectaries,</HI> another advance the gifts of private <HI>Saints,</HI> &amp; Button-makers, you have a&s;&s;umed the impu|dence to name your &s;elves a Parliament; are you &s;o &mdash; look how <HI>Weaver</HI> gna&s;heth his teeth at me, (the Rogue &s;ure hath got an a|gue in his Jawes) &s;ee how <HI>Scot</HI> bends his rough front (which to me &s;eemeth &s;ome barren rock inhabited by <HI>Serpents,</HI> and over growne with withered mo&s;&s;e) &s;irra, all thy invectives again&s;t his Maje&s;ty will not availe; the King mu&s;t live to behold thy pernici|ous &s;oule di&s;mi&s;&s;ed by torture, the time will come (when thou that ha&s;t often urged to thy fellow Ravilliacks, that his Maje&s;ty ought to be brought to legall triall for his life, and to be hang'd) &s;halt be hanged up alive in chains &amp; not die till thou behold&s;t the fowles of the aire to fetch away thy limmes
<PB N="4" REF="4">by parcells. Doe you &s;tare Devills, doe you &s;tare? I &s;ay, you that have the impudence to name your &s;elves a Parliament, and your Pamphleters roar out the name of Lords and Commons a&s;|&s;embled in Parliament, with &s;uch a bellowing noi&s;e, that the whole Land ecchoes againe, while in the mean time, your &s;elves laugh at the fooles that divulge, and all tho&s;e that are &s;o mad to believe it, your &s;elves well knowing that you are no more a Parliament, then I am a Round-head, that <HI>Pembroke</HI> is knowing or <HI>Say</HI> loyall; you well know, that you are but a part of a part, a handfull of cunning Con&s;pirators, a Parliament being an intire Body, con&s;i&s;ting of his Maje&s;ty, the Lords &s;pirituall and temporall, to a head, and a Commoner for every particular Shire, not a parcell of Peers &s;ome twelve in number, that &s;hew in their Chaires when their Hou&s;e is fulle&s;t, like &s;o many &s;cabbey &s;heep upon a va&s;t mountaine: you are a meer Conventicle of Regicides, your Hou&s;e, is that Augaean Stable which mu&s;t be purg'd by that <HI>Hercules,</HI> who&s;e hands are yet tied behinde him, King <HI>Charles.</HI> I will &s;hew you how and in what &s;en&s;e you are a Parliament.</P>
<LG>
<L>If to be damn'd, Di&s;&s;emblers to pretend</L>
<L>To act a good, yet no &s;uch thing intend,</L>
<L>If to be &s;acrilegious Theeves, to &s;weare,</L>
<L>To covenant with hell Sans wit or feare;</L>
<L>For to rebell again&s;t your King, to plot</L>
<L>How to draw in the &s;oone deluded Scot</L>
<L>Joyntly for to ingage, and &s;o to hell</L>
<L>Send two Nations at once; if lies to tell,</L>
<L>And buz into the credulous peoples eares,</L>
<L>So to &s;tirre up their &s;tomacks with their feares;</L>
<L>If to clap up your King a pri&s;oner,</L>
<L>And &s;o alive his per&s;on to inter;</L>
<L>Or if to u&s;e all waies to take his life,</L>
<L>Bani&s;h his children and his loyall wife:</L>
<L>If to o'rethrow and quite root out all Law,</L>
<L>To cheri&s;h vice, and vertue over-awe:</L>
<L>If to permit all Errours for to &s;warme</L>
<L>Unto the Kingdomes, mo&s;t the Churchees harme;</L>
<L>If to pur&s;ue and pro&s;ecute with &s;pite,</L>
<L>All tho&s;e who of your evill acts do write;</L>
<L>If to be perjur'd per&s;ons, to contemne,</L>
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<L>And trample on the Royall Diadem,</L>
<L>If for to act again&s;t all &s;en&s;e and rea&s;on,</L>
<L>The deepe&s;t mi&s;chiefe, and the highe&s;t trea&s;on:</L>
<L>If to defraud a Nation of their goods,</L>
<L>And on the ground, like water &s;pill their bloods,</L>
<L>If to be cur&s;t on all the world may make yee</L>
<L>A Parliament, be &s;o; the Devill &s;take yee.</L>
</LG>
<P>But I pray tell me, are you re&s;olv'd now at la&s;t to treat with his Maje&s;ty? dare you look him in the face whom you have &s;o horribly abu&s;ed, and who&s;e Rovall Righteous &s;oul you have &s;o inhumanely vexed, that had not God, who&s;e Vicegerent he is (and whom the world may &s;ee he re&s;pects as the apple of his eye) pre&s;erved him beyond humane expectation, you by this time might have triumph in his fall, and this poore Nation have been for ever lo&s;t by his death; Alas we all know that this is but your old trick to deceive the People, you dare a&s;well be tryed by the known Lawes for all your forepa&s;t actions, as admit of a Per&s;onall Treaty with his Maje&s;ty; the one brings on tother as &s;ure as Death; ti's good pollicy I confe&s;&s;e now that the vulgar are &s;o mad again&s;t you, and have declared that they will have their King out of pri&s;on with honour, or pull you out of your hou&s;e with horror, to &s;top their mouthes with &s;ugar-plums if they will prove of that babelike temper, as to be led by the no&s;e with &s;uch a &s;pinners thread, and fooled &s;o egregiou&s;ly after all their bu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">tling? You would faine &s;tave off the loyall cittizens, with this reed, till <HI>Skippon</HI> hath li&s;ted a &s;ufficient number of hor&s;es, that may if need be fall upon tho&s;e that lately manife&s;ted their de&s;ires for a Treaty, or &s;hall dare to doe it hereafter, to the plundering of their lives and per&s;ons, or till <HI>Colche&s;ter</HI> &s;hall be taken in.</P>
<LG>
<L>But all the&s;e cur&s;t devices mu&s;t not doe,</L>
<L>It is decreed, and you will find it true;</L>
<L>That Colche&s;ters brave lads will neyer yeild:</L>
<L>That the Scots Army having tane the Feild,</L>
<L>Mixt with fierce <HI>Langdales</HI> force, Tom mu&s;t withdraw</L>
<L>And po&s;t to Lambert for to help the Daw:</L>
<L>Meantime with tho&s;e in Colche&s;ter will &s;ide</L>
<L>All tho&s;e in London, who abhorre your pride:</L>
<L>Then downe, downe, downe, downe, the hill,</L>
<L>Then you that have lov'd blood &s;hall quaffe your fill:</L>
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<P>And if your Army moulder away in the North as they are like &s;uddenly to doe if they dare to ingage, &s;ince the Scots and Eng|li&s;h <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> there now joined together make up no le&s;&s;e then four <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 span"> thou&s;and a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">e men, who have a cau&s;e able to make <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 span"> valiant, and to p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">pirit into the mo&s;t pu&s;illanimous Therfites, that Army who nave all this while backt you in all your ungodly and wretched de&s;ignes, will then &s;mart for all their per|nicious practi&s;es, their plunders ma&s;&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">cres and outrages, &s;uch as no hi&s;torie can paral<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ll, or any old Romance produce the like, and if the old Saints be once totally &s;uppre&s;t where will your high and mightine&s;&s;e make up &s;uch annother Army of plunderers, your nur&s;eries will &s;o much re&s;pect their own &s;afety, as not to haz|zard their per&s;ons for a decaying cau&s;e, the cittizens now have found their error, and re&s;olve to keep the little money they have left, &s;ince the publike faith is like &s;hortly to take its pro|gre&s;&s;e with your &s;elves into &s;ome forraigne climate, you have a ta&s;t of their intentions and re&s;olutions, by their late petitioning, for a &s;peedie Per&s;onall Treatie.</P>
<LG>
<L>Then when your Rake&s;hames of the Army fai&s;e,</L>
<L>And your &s;worne enemies each where prevaile.</L>
<L>Whenas the Scots and Engli&s;h &s;hall make war</L>
<L>And force their way even to Colche&s;ter:</L>
<L>When London, We&s;tmin&s;ter, &s;hall both unite</L>
<L>Again&s;t their Independent foes to fight,</L>
<L>Whenas Prince Charles &s;hall land, King Charles be free,</L>
<L>Then woe unto you for your Treacherie.</L>
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<P>Thus you <HI>Fooles of Fate,</HI> for all your big hopes built upon &s;uch &s;lender grounds (that no man po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ed of &s;en&s;e, but would count him&s;elfe capable of Bedlam Colledge, if he credited them) you cannot avoid your dire and mo&s;t inevitable De&s;tinie; your &s;talk|ing Champion <HI>Skippon</HI> is lookt upon by the cittizens even with as gracious an eye as <HI>Fairfax</HI> was when he brought the plunde|rers into Southwark; they will not permit him to li&s;t forces.</P>
<LG>
<L>Then know you cannot &s;cape, as you can hope,</L>
<L>For there &s;tands <HI>Derrick,</HI> and there lies the rope.</L>
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