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<P>THE Poet's Blind mans bough, OR Have among you my blind Harpers:</P>
<P>BEING A pretty medicine to cure the Dimme, Double, Envious, Partiall, and Diabolicall eye&s;ight and Iudgement OF Tho&s;e Dogmaticall, Schi&s;maticall, Aenigmaticall, and nou Gramaticall Authors who Lycentiou&s;ly, without eyther Name, Lycence, Wit or Charity, have raylingly, fal&s;ely, and fooli&s;hly written a numerous rable of pe&s;teferous Pamphelets in this pre&s;ent (and the precedent yeare, ju&s;tly ob&s;er|ved and charitably cen&s;ured,</P>
<P>By <HI>Martine Parker.</HI></P>
<P>Printed at <HI>London</HI> by <HI>F. Lea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">h,</HI> for <HI>Henry Mar&s;h,</HI> and are to bee &s;old at his &s;hop over again&s;t the golden <HI>Lyon Taverne</HI> in Princes &s;treet. 1641.</P>
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<HEAD>TO THE TRVLY IVDICIOVS, IMPARTIALL CHARITABLE, AND IMPREIVDICATED CHRI|&s;tian Reader of what quality, age or &s;ex &s;oever, the Authour dedicates his poore endevors and referrs him&s;elfe with the &s;ame.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>RIigh Honourable, Wor&s;h&iacute;pfull, and right</L>
<L>Iuditious Chrian Readers be content,</L>
<L>Kindly t'accept what (to give all delight,</L>
<L>And vindicate my &s;elfe) I did invent,</L>
<L>For to no other end this time I &s;pent</L>
<L>But in this &s;mall compendium to frame</L>
<L>Something thae's &s;hort and true; Lyers to &s;hame.</L>
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<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>Heer's matter both for mode&s;ty and &s;port,</L>
<L>With charitable reprehentions for</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who have fill'd both Countrey, Citie, Court</L>
<L>And Campe with Lybells voyd of rea&s;on, or</L>
<L>The feare of Heaven (who doth &s;uch things abhor)</L>
<L>Buy, Reade, and Iudge, then que&s;tionle&s;&s;e you'll &s;ay,</L>
<L>That I have &s;howne faire (for their ba&s;e) foule play</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Still I hope good men will contented be,</L>
<L>With what is Publi&s;h'd by (abus'd) <HI>M. P.</HI></L>
<L>Who never wrot but in the Iu&s;t defence,</L>
<L>Of's King and Countrey; now's owne innocence.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>THE POET'S BLIND MANS BOVGH.</HEAD>
<L>COme <HI>Nimin&s;is</HI> lend me little twigge,</L>
<L>Though the&s;e delinquents faults are very big,</L>
<L>Yet I (though much exa&s;perared) will</L>
<L>Mixe mercy with revenge; doe good for ill.</L>
<L>My worke may now be tearm'd a demy Satir,</L>
<L>My mu&s;e hates Railing, as &s;hee Scornes to Flatter,</L>
<L>Though Iu&s;tice hold her &s;cales with equall poy&s;e,</L>
<L>Charity &s;ways the beame; &s;he none de&s;troy&s;e,</L>
<L>Some &s;hee will check, and tell them of their deeds,</L>
<L>From which rebuke if happily proceeds,</L>
<L>Any amendment, &s;he'll be like the nur&s;e,</L>
<L>That whipps a child whom &s;he loves ne'r the wor&s;e,</L>
<L>Should I but give them their de&s;erved due,</L>
<L>Whom though I know not that mo&s;t &s;hamele&s;&s;e crew</L>
<L>Ofn mele&s;&s;e Authers, Authors all of lies,</L>
<L>Of &s;landerous Pa&s;quills rayling falicies,</L>
<L>I might my pen dip in that learnean Sinke,</L>
<L>Which the infernall furies u&s;e for ink,</L>
<L>Or with Iambean rimes Ironicall,</L>
<L>Make lines &s;hould &s;erve for ropes to hang them all</L>
<L>But noe &s;uch cruelty is in my brea&s;t,</L>
<L>All my abu&s;es I can take in Ie&s;t,</L>
<L>And give &s;uch Ideots leave to write or &s;peak.</L>
<L>Eagles &s;leight notice take when crowes doe creake</L>
<L>You cankers of the &s;tate, nay rather you.</L>
<L>Vulters; when law and death have &s;aid their due,</L>
<PB REF="4">
<L>Doe even gnaw the heart of him that's deade,</L>
<L>In this regard may't not be truely &s;o &s;aid,</L>
<L>That you are Pluto's fidlers; that for pay,</L>
<L>Vpon the guts oth dead do play and pray,</L>
<L>Pre&s;umptious, Petulent, flagitious, dolts do&s;t,</L>
<L>Vntrue, un&s;erviceable, unback'd cotes,</L>
<L>Dur&s;t you beyond the letter of the Law,</L>
<L>Pre&s;ume among your &s;elves to hang and draw</L>
<L>You doe a&s;ume the place, to &s;ay the troth,</L>
<L>Of Aprehender, Iudge, and hangman both,</L>
<L>When any hath offended 'gain&s;t the &s;tate</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;uch as you the fact exagerate,</L>
<L>Have you &s;uch cleare eyes that you can e&s;p'y,</L>
<L>The litle moate that's in your brothers eye,</L>
<L>Making a mountaine of each molehill when</L>
<L>You doe not &s;ee the beams (O &s;encele&s;&s;e men)</L>
<L>That in your owne eyes &s;o prevents your Sight</L>
<L>And Iudgement that you dare (bee't wrong or right)</L>
<L>Save or condemne at plea&s;ure; can your pates,</L>
<L>Determine more then Law or Magi&s;trates,</L>
<L>Of the&s;e your facts he who will cen&s;ure be&s;t,</L>
<L>Cannot but &s;ay that you intend to wre&s;t,</L>
<L>The &s;word of Iu&s;tice from the hand of them</L>
<L>To whom ti's due by Iu&s;tice to condemne,</L>
<L>Or &s;ave with mercy; heaven forbid I &s;hould,</L>
<L>Excu&s;e the faults of tho&s;e whom Law doth hold,</L>
<L>Worthy of puni&s;hment, or death, or bonds,</L>
<L>My very Soule mo&s;t aptly Core&s;ponds,</L>
<L>With this; and &s;o it ever &s;hall that tho&s;e,</L>
<L>Whom Law doth prove my King or countreys foes,</L>
<L>That they have their demerits, cur&s;t be him,</L>
<L>(For my part) that where Iu&s;tice doth condemne,</L>
<L>Will wi&s;h to &s;ave; e&s;pecially Such men,</L>
<L>Who&s;e deeds de&s;erves wor&s;e then a vulgar pen.</L>
<PB REF="4">
<L>Upon them can conferre; yet (take my word)</L>
<L>More danger comes bith'quill then by the Sword,</L>
<L>Let tho&s;e delinquents of the higher &s;traine,</L>
<L>Alone with what is &s;aid; and now againe,</L>
<L>My mu&s;e returnes unto her taske: which is</L>
<L>To tell the&s;e Libellers what deepe abu&s;e,</L>
<L>Of helli&s;h skill, th'ave &s;ounded to compo&s;e,</L>
<L>Such fond invectives both in rime and pro&s;e.</L>
<L>Nay come along ner'e &s;hrinke or blu&s;h for &s;hame,</L>
<L>Their none knowes either of you by your name;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e you were '&s;ham'd to &s;how, ther's rea&s;on for't,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t after ages a de&s;erved &s;port</L>
<L>Might make of you (or your po&s;terity,)</L>
<L>Vnnam'd the Authors &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">me with's lines will dy.</L>
<L>But my de&s;ire and whole intent is that,</L>
<L>Your folly being in generall aimed at</L>
<L>Each on may take his &s;hare of &s;hame and &s;ay,</L>
<L>In doing this I have not &s;hewed faire play:</L>
<L>For what is either more or le&s;&s;e &s;et forth</L>
<L>'gain&s;t per&s;ons in particular; what worth</L>
<L>Or &s;ame among the vulgar it may win</L>
<L>Without the Authors name't hath ever bin</L>
<L>Held as a Lybell both in Law and &s;ence,</L>
<L>Then he who writes (what e're be his pretence)</L>
<L>His name &s;hould iu&s;tifie what he hath done,</L>
<L>This maxim I have alwaies thought upon</L>
<L>What ever yet was publi&s;hed by mee,</L>
<L>Was knowne by <HI>Martin Parker,</HI> or M.P.</L>
<L>All Poets (as adition to their &s;ames)</L>
<L>Have by their Works eternized their names,</L>
<L>As Chaucer, Spencer, and that noble earle,</L>
<L>Of Surriet ought it the mo&s;t precious pearle,</L>
<L>That dick'd his honour, to Sub&s;cribe to what</L>
<L>His high engenue ever amed at</L>
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<L><HI>Sydney</HI> and <HI>Shaks&s;pire, Drayton, Withers</HI> and</L>
<L>Renowned <HI>Ion&s;on</HI> glory of our Land:</L>
<L><HI>Deker,</HI> Learn'd <HI>Chapman, Haywood</HI> althought good,</L>
<L>To have their names in publike under&s;tood,</L>
<L>And that &s;weet Seraph of our Nation, <HI>Quarles</HI></L>
<L>(In &s;pight of each planatick cur that &s;narles)</L>
<L>Sub&s;cribes to his Cele&s;tiall harmony,</L>
<L>While Angels chant his Dulcid melodie.</L>
<L>And hone&s;t <HI>Iohn</HI> from the water to the land</L>
<L>Makes us all know and honour him by's hand;</L>
<L>And many more who&s;e names I &s;hould have told</L>
<L>In their due place, in famous record inrould.</L>
<L>Have thought it hone&s;t honour to &s;et downe</L>
<L>Their names or letters to what is their owne:</L>
<L>But you a litter of blind whelps begot</L>
<L>By Cerberus, the &s;cumme of natur's pot,</L>
<L>Suborn'd by malice and a litle gaines,</L>
<L>Invent and publi&s;h what your frothy braines,</L>
<L>Envaporate &s;ome pro&s;e and &s;ome in rimes,</L>
<L>Onely to plea&s;e the fancie of the times</L>
<L>Idle Chemeras, &s;tructurs &s;eeming faire,</L>
<L>Which vew'd, are prov'd meere ca&s;tles in the aire.</L>
<L>Almanake Makers, were they of your minde,</L>
<L>(In &s;tead of Saints to every day a &s;ign'd)</L>
<L>Might make a tran&s;mutation, and name all</L>
<L>By your quotiadian Pamphlets criticall,</L>
<L>And dayes caniculer &s;hould la&s;t all th' yeare,</L>
<L>If curi&s;h writers they may domineere;</L>
<L>The Pre&s;&s;e is overpre&s;t, and (ju&s;tly) grones</L>
<L>Vnder the burthen of tho&s;e heavie tones</L>
<L>Of Scritch-oule mu&s;ick, threatning death and hell,</L>
<L>One &s;triving all in malice to excell;</L>
<L>And he who can be&s;t rayle, &s;coffe, and invent,</L>
<L>The greate&s;t lyes, &s;hall give the mo&s;t content:</L>
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<L>Is this the age that doth mo&s;t truth profe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the dayes of zeale and righteou&s;ne&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the times that hath more light di&s;cover'd</L>
<L>Revealing &s;ecrets that in darknes er'd</L>
<L>Why then, O why are lyes and fal&s;hhoods &s;pread,</L>
<L>Shall men by lying earne their daily bread:</L>
<L>Shall truth thus &s;uffer paper per&s;ecution,</L>
<L>Shall things well ordred hazard a confu&s;ion</L>
<L>By tho&s;e un&s;anctified pens which write</L>
<L>Nothing but what to mi&s;chiefe may incite,</L>
<L>Inventing &s;till the theory of plots</L>
<L>Which none to practi&s;e ever thought the&s;e &s;ots</L>
<L>Bewray their folly; for they want both wit</L>
<L>And judgement, for their fables doe not fit</L>
<L>The la&s;t of probability, which &s;hould,</L>
<L>Produce &s;uch rea&s;ons for the tale that's told,</L>
<L>That they who heare it may conjecture that</L>
<L>It may be true; but the&s;e men care not what</L>
<L>They write, be't contradictory or not,</L>
<L>So they can get the &s;ilver by the plot;</L>
<L>But (as friends) I friendly them advi&s;e,</L>
<L>That if hereafter they write any lyes</L>
<L>Let them mote likely be then that which was</L>
<L>Compo&s;ed by &s;ome &s;hort hayr'd, long ear'd A&s;&s;,</L>
<L>Of a &s;trange plot (beyond immagination</L>
<L>To give the Arch-Bi&s;hop his free relaxation</L>
<L>Out of the Tower by Necromantick &s;pells,</L>
<L>Them&s;elves did only know it, but none els.</L>
<L>Note how that ancient lyer (mo&s;t accur&s;t,)</L>
<L>A lyer even from the very fir&s;t</L>
<L>Beginning of the world, by's in&s;truments,</L>
<L>With &s;ubtilty mens judgements circumvents,</L>
<L>Making the fabrick of his building all</L>
<L>Of lyes, which fooles e&s;teeme Authenticall;</L>
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<L>Yet power divine &s;o boundeth him and his,</L>
<L>That of there envious aimes they often mis,</L>
<L>Shaming them&s;elves (by over reaching) &s;o,</L>
<L>That even to fooles, their &s;hame they freely &s;ho,</L>
<L>As well appeares in this immagin'd plot,</L>
<L>Making the world beleeve that which was not</L>
<L>Had &s;uch a thing (being 'twas knowne a fiction,</L>
<L>And might at hom expect a contradiction)</L>
<L>Bin fain'd to be in Cornwall or in Wales,</L>
<L>Cumberland, or Yorke&s;hire; then &s;uch tales</L>
<L>Perhaps might win beleefe; but heere i'the city</L>
<L>Where every child of eight yeares old that's witty,</L>
<L>Knowes there was no &s;uch thing, oh what di&s;grace</L>
<L>Is this toth' Author dur&s;t he &s;how his face,</L>
<L>Or &s;et his name toth' fable, &s;tay there &s;ir,</L>
<L>Wee'll not be knowne &s;o palpably to er;</L>
<L>The aime the Authour &s;hot at is to bring</L>
<L>Papi&s;ts in hatred; 'tis a pious thing.</L>
<L>But tell me brother (how orby what chance)</L>
<L>Cam'&s;t thou to play on peoples ignorance,</L>
<L>Think'&s;t thou the worlds all wild and all men mad,</L>
<L>That they'll condeme tho&s;e whom thou counte&s;t bad,</L>
<L>Hath not the Honorable Parliament,</L>
<L>(That hopefull Senate) wi&s;edome to prevent,</L>
<L>Such machinations (if there any were)</L>
<L>But who mu&s;t dictate to them, do'&s;t not feare,</L>
<L>Future examinations for &s;uch crimes</L>
<L>Or do&s;t thou meane ever to tru&s;t the&s;e times:</L>
<L>What is th'archbi&s;hop to the Papi&s;ts that</L>
<L>They &s;hould adventure life and frrtune at</L>
<L>So deare a rate, he never was their friend,</L>
<L>Arminians never did on Roome depend;</L>
<L>Tis knowne apparently what &s;ad report,</L>
<L>Papi&s;ts may give the High commi&s;sion Court;</L>
<PB REF="6">
<L>'Twas high indeede for them, two high a rate</L>
<L>Poore men did pay: which might exact a hate</L>
<L>Rather then love; but charity &s;ayes no,</L>
<L>Let law take place, 'tis fit it &s;hould be &s;o,</L>
<L>Heaven grant his Grace from the well &s;pring of grace,</L>
<L>And that he may returne while hee hath &s;pace</L>
<L>Vnto the throwne of grace; by penetence,</L>
<L>Let us not agravate what's his offence:</L>
<L>Nor whiles I'm &s;peaking of th'Archbi&s;hops ca&s;e,</L>
<L>Let me examine that malicious ba&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;encele&s;&s;e Libell Mercuries Me&s;&s;age nam'd,</L>
<L>Whom the Authour to recognize was a&s;ham'd.</L>
<L>And well he might, for among&s;t his lyes unholy</L>
<L>One thing ath' fir&s;t doth mo&s;t bewray his folly,</L>
<L>And that's the Cronagram which he to make</L>
<L>Upon th' Arch-bi&s;hops name doth undertake;</L>
<L>And by the numegall letters there expre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>He would denote the number of the bea&s;t</L>
<L>Mention'd in the Apocalips which is,</L>
<L>Six hundred &s;ixtie &s;ix, now cen&s;ure his,</L>
<L>Deduction and doubt not but you'll finde</L>
<L>(As I have done) the bea&s;t lay's bea&s;tly minde,</L>
<L>How like a mon&s;trous bea&s;t 'twixt dogge and a&s;&s;e</L>
<L>He enviou&s;ly and &s;imply doth pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>His verdiction the man, for thus writes he</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>WILL: LAWD,</HI></L>
<L>Two V's he numbers ten J one, three L's,</L>
<L>Seven &s;core and ten, (thus he his le&s;&s;on &s;peles)</L>
<L>V for five more, D for five hundred, thus</L>
<L>He makes &s;ixe hundred &s;ixtie &s;ixt, let us</L>
<L>Confe&s;&s;e 'tis true &s;o farre, but to condem</L>
<L>The Pri&s;oner, he omits both I and M,</L>
<L>Which is the name, and makes the number even,</L>
<L>One thov&s;and &s;ixe hundred &s;ixty &s;even.</L>
<PB REF="7">
<L>See now this envious Cynick, how to win,</L>
<L>Credit 'mong&s;t fooles commits a deadly &s;in,</L>
<L>For &s;urely malice was predominant.</L>
<L>Nor can I think the foole &s;o Ignorant;</L>
<L>As that he would or could a&s;&s;ume to frame;</L>
<L>A Chronagram and knew not the right name,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e his &s;pight was &s;o toth' Bi&s;hops that,</L>
<L>He would deprive him oth' mo&s;t part of what,</L>
<L>His God-father did give him at the Font.</L>
<L>Is this your calculation, out upon't;</L>
<L>But &s;hould this envious Authour undertake,</L>
<L>A Chronagram or Anagram to make;</L>
<L>For any one of whom he is a lover,</L>
<L>Wer't an unlern'd Tran&s;lator or a Glover;</L>
<L>A Currier or a Weaver, then no doubt,</L>
<L>Rather then hee would leave leter out,</L>
<L>Hee'd venture to exchange or el&s;e to adde,</L>
<L>So he could make a good &s;ence of a bad:</L>
<L>He would (perhaps) But M. In the N's place,</L>
<L>To make it an&s;wer to the yeare of grace.</L>
<L>But the Arch-Bi&s;hop (whom few now applaud)</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be contented to be called Will Laud.</L>
<L>But one thing I much marvell at; which is,</L>
<L>That he who an&s;werd it, with th' cimpha&s;is,</L>
<L>Of wit and &s;ence; who &s;toutly did defend,</L>
<L>the arch-Bi&s;hop as his Champion and true friend,</L>
<L>Exacting prai&s;e from &s;ome, from others blame,</L>
<L>Yet never cen&s;ur'd this fal&s;e chronagram</L>
<L>Which negligence and mon&s;terous over-fight,</L>
<L>Extenuats his credit who did write,</L>
<L>That Vindication; pa&s;&s;ed as the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Without the Authors name: though it is gue&s;t,</L>
<L>That Thomas Herbert wrote it, but that fame,</L>
<L>Ro&s;e from th'Acro&s;tick known to be his name,</L>
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<L>Written by him ath' end oth' booke, that's all,</L>
<L>The rea&s;on which indeed's irationall.</L>
<L>For no man that's the authour of a booke</L>
<L>But &s;ets his name whereon all ea&s;ly looke</L>
<L>Upon the fronti&s;peece (or title page)</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e he be propo&s;terous (like the age,)</L>
<L>But let that pa&s;&s;e; for I mu&s;t pa&s;&s;e from this</L>
<L>To other things, wherein are more amis;</L>
<L>More malice; more ab&s;urdity, and more</L>
<L>Non&s;ence then any mentioned before,</L>
<L>A plot di&s;cover'd of an army good,</L>
<L>Secretly lurking in a private wood.</L>
<L>If any &s;uch be in <HI>Northhampton&s;hire</HI></L>
<L>Where Souldiers, all unknowne to th' neighbours neere</L>
<L>Could lie in ambu&s;h &s;uch a multitude,</L>
<L>And be maintain'd with quotidian-food,</L>
<L>With other nece&s;&s;aries fit for men</L>
<L>Let any of indifferent judgement &s;can</L>
<L>Each circum&s;tance of this pretended plot,</L>
<L>And they will finde the Authour out a Sot:</L>
<L>One that &s;o farre beyond all di&s;&s;ability</L>
<L>Doth &s;tretch his lyes (which &s;hewes his imbi&s;cility)</L>
<L>That even to children he bewraies his &s;hame,</L>
<L>One man's the Authour of both plots, his name <NOTE PLACE="marg">Iohn Thomas.</NOTE></L>
<L>I &s;ince have under&s;tood, who on no ground</L>
<L>But his pe&s;teferous fancy to confound,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who ne'er meant him harme</L>
<L>That this his poy&s;onous venim &s;pits a broad,</L>
<L>Bewraying envy, Ignorance, and &s;pleene</L>
<L>And all in vaine, for not one in fifteene</L>
<L>Gives credit to's narrations; and tho&s;e few,</L>
<L>That are &s;o confident to thinke all tru<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>Are &s;ome who&s;e judgements are p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="6 letters">cated</L>
<L>With malice; people &s;o con&s;op<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1+ letters"></L>
<PB REF="8">
<L>In mi&s;chife; mu&s;t by ignorance that they</L>
<L>Beleeve what any one can write or &s;ay,</L>
<L>So't be 'gain&s;t tho&s;e whom they do affect</L>
<L>But any of well govern'd intelect</L>
<L>(Who&s;e iudgements are with rea&s;on regulated)</L>
<L>Will &s;ay of Knave and foole naught can be bated,</L>
<L>So let him re&s;t till heaven turne his heart,</L>
<L>To mixe more charity with his &s;mall art,</L>
<L>That he and all the re&s;t oth' Pamphletees,</L>
<L>May u&s;e more fervent prayers, and fewer Ieeres,</L>
<L>To practi&s;e truth (which all of them pretend,</L>
<L>And not their pretious time &s;o lewdly &s;pend</L>
<L>In &s;owing teares of Schi&s;mie and debate,</L>
<L>By devilli&s;h meanes fal&s;ehood to propogate;</L>
<L>Shaming them&s;elves, not whom they &s;eeke to &s;hame,</L>
<L>Blaming of other people, when the blame</L>
<L>Upon their owne heads iu&s;tly may be layd</L>
<L>I doe admire that they are not afrayd,</L>
<L>Of divine Iudgement which on them might fall,</L>
<L>When again&s;t con&s;cience and law rationall,</L>
<L>They doe invent &s;uch execrable lies,</L>
<L>To make men odious in the peoples eyes,</L>
<L>Contrary to all charity, and grace</L>
<L>Making their fond Chemeras to take place,</L>
<L>In &s;tead of &s;olid truth, the&s;e are the men</L>
<L>Who make a &s;hew of zeale, and con&s;cience when</L>
<L>Their deedes and writings 'gain&s;t the publique weale</L>
<L>Prove they have neither con&s;cience, truth nor zeale;</L>
<L>Charity bids us pray one for another,</L>
<L>But brother here vituperates his brother:</L>
<L>But why (may &s;ome men &s;ay) &s;hould this man be</L>
<L>The onely Cen&s;urer; could none but he</L>
<L>E&s;pie the&s;e <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> mu&s;t he be the only man</L>
<L>The workes <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 span"> men to &s;earch and &s;can,</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L>Yes reader who&s;oev'r thou be I this</L>
<L>Mu&s;t tell thee freely, there good rea&s;on is</L>
<L>For what is done or to be done, and more</L>
<L>Then charity will &s;uffer; which in &s;tore,</L>
<L>The authour ever keepes to regulate</L>
<L>His words and deedes 'gain&s;t all who doe him hate,</L>
<L>For he 'bove all the re&s;t hath wronged beene</L>
<L>Ta&s;ting the bitter gall of helli&s;h &s;pleene,</L>
<L>Which the&s;e malignant &s;erpents could eiect</L>
<L>To make the world his innocence &s;u&s;pect,</L>
<L>In diver&s;e pamphlets, what e're curri&s;h barker</L>
<L>The authour was, he &s;narl'd at <HI>Martin Parter.</HI></L>
<L>Nor Boreali&s;t by &s;ome brother pen,</L>
<L>Yet father'd on a&s;ect to this end,</L>
<L>To bring me in di&s;grace; as though I had,</L>
<L>Bin puni&s;ht heretofore for writing bad,</L>
<L>Calling me th'Prelats Poet and &s;uch tearmes,</L>
<L>Which nothing but his &s;pight at all confirmes,</L>
<L>For I ne're wrot ith' Bi&s;hops cau&s;e &s;o much,</L>
<L>As now I have on this occa&s;ion touch.</L>
<L>Another fooli&s;h idle defamation</L>
<L>That is intitl'd the Popi&s;h Proclamation,</L>
<L>The unnam'd Authour (as in all a raylor)</L>
<L>Oca&s;ion takes to abu&s;e me and <HI>Iohn Taylor</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Herbert,</HI> but wherefore I cannot tell,</L>
<L>Nor he him&s;elfe that wrote it very well;</L>
<L>For hee one whom though his will were bent,</L>
<L>Wanteth abilitie for his intent:</L>
<L>And yet he could in his bare garden &s;tuffe,</L>
<L>(Which with Tobaco I doe take in &s;nuffe)</L>
<L>Take liberty to name me in his Ieeres,</L>
<L>But in his workes &s;uch plaine non&s;ence appeares,</L>
<L>That I accout his pen to be no &s;lander,</L>
<L>From true method he &s;o farre doth wander,</L>
<PB REF="9">
<L>That all who read may judge (if they have wit)</L>
<L>That what he writes although his name's to it,</L>
<L>De&s;erves no approbation; yet this lad</L>
<L>I malice not, but rather &s;hould be glad,</L>
<L>To know him change his envy for more skill</L>
<L>He can'ot di&s;grace me, writing what he will.</L>
<L>Thus much for him, and indeede all the re&s;t</L>
<L>To none I am angry an enemie prote&s;t,</L>
<L>But wi&s;h them more good then them&s;elves will doe,</L>
<L>I will be patient and Phy&s;itian too.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<HEAD>Po&s;t&s;cript.</HEAD>
<L>PErhaps the Reader may expect I &s;hould,</L>
<L>More of the&s;e &s;launderus, envious &s;leights unfold,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they more de&s;erve; indeed tis true</L>
<L>Write what I can I &s;han't give them their due:</L>
<L>This little therefore &s;erveth for a ta&s;te,</L>
<L>By which more may be gue&s;t there's too much wa&s;te</L>
<L>Of paper made alread, in two yeares:</L>
<L>By the&s;e calumnious idle pamphleteeres,</L>
<L>Should this diurnall Lavi&s;h, two yeares more</L>
<L>Continue; we may feare (there's cau&s;e wherefore)</L>
<L>That we &s;hould &s;carce get paper for good u&s;e,</L>
<L>If we per&s;evere in this great abu&s;e,</L>
<L>I have but broke the Ice, &s;ome coadiuters</L>
<L>Will helpe to &s;courge the&s;e paper-per&s;ecuters.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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