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<P>THE BLACK BASTEL, <HI>OR,</HI> A LAMENTATION IN NAME of the Kirk of SSCOTLAND, compo&s;ed <HI>by M. Iames Melvil, when he was confined at Berwick anno</HI> 1611. <HI>Abridged by</HI> N.</P>
<Q>Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the fir&s;t works, or el&s;e I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candle&s;tick out of his place, except thou repent. <BIBL><HI>Rev. 2.5.</HI></BIBL></Q>
<Q>Fear none of tho&s;e things which thou shalt &s;uffer: be|hold, the devil shall ca&s;t &s;ome of you into pri&s;on, that yee may be tried, and yee shall haue tribulation ten dayes, be thou faithful unto death, and I will giue thee a crowne of life. <BIBL><HI>Ver&s;. 10.</HI></BIBL></Q>
<Q>But I haue a few things again&s;t thee, becau&s;e thou ha&s;t there them that hold the doctrine of Balaam, who taught Balac to ca&s;t a &s;tumbling block before the children of I&s;rael, to eate things &s;acrificed unto idols, and to commit fornication. <BIBL><HI>Ver&s;. 14.</HI></BIBL></Q>
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<HEAD>THE BLACK BASTEL.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe thou&s;and yeare, &s;ix hundred &amp; eleven.</L>
<L>When as the Sun entred in <HI>Sagittarie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Orion</HI> ri&s;ing in the ea&s;t of heaven,</L>
<L><HI>Diana's</HI> court then <HI>Gemini</HI> did carie,</L>
<L>And <HI>Ioue</HI> in the Meridian did tarie,</L>
<L><HI>Saturne</HI> &s;everely rolling o're the night,</L>
<L><HI>Mars, Venus, Hermes</HI> bringing home the light.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The aire was cold, but calme, no cloud in sky,</L>
<L>The fields all white, and the great Ocean &s;till;</L>
<L>Yet the hard fro&s;t making the ground as dry,</L>
<L>I quickly &s;tir'd my &s;elfe to walk at will</L>
<L>Along the &s;hore; at length I came untill</L>
<L>A braue white place, where had ben built a ca&s;tel,</L>
<L>And commonly is called, the <HI>Black Ba&s;tell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I took me to a caue where was &s;ome hay,</L>
<L>The mouth whereof lay open to the Sun,</L>
<L>There did I re&s;t me warme, as into May:</L>
<L>And after &s;ome deep meditation,</L>
<L>I &s;tept, and thought I &s;aw a vi&s;ion,</L>
<L>A &s;ight which griev'd me at the heart right &s;ore,</L>
<L>And unto death will ever more and more.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
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<L>A woman of mo&s;t comely countenance&punc;</L>
<L>With farded face, and gari&s;h in attire,</L>
<L>A crown of gla&s;&s;e upon her head did glance,</L>
<L>Her clothes were colour'd contrare her de&s;ire&punc;</L>
<L>A heavie yoke upon her neck and lyre,</L>
<L>Of Reed a &s;cepter in her hand &s;he boore,</L>
<L>Rich in attire, yet &s;illy, leane, and poore.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Rais'd up on high upon a royall Throne,</L>
<L>Did awfull &s;it aboue the womans head,</L>
<L>Commanding everie thing for to be done,</L>
<L>As plea&s;ed him, a rampand Lyon red:</L>
<L>This Lyon craftie Foxes two did lead,</L>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ow</HI> 14.</NOTE>And round about him thirteen wolues did dance</L>
<L>To keep her &s;heep, whom he was to advance.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Her &s;heepheards all in hundreds &s;tood near by,</L>
<L>With dog &amp; &s;taffe, who &s;omtime bold had been,</L>
<L>But now were carele&s;&s;e, though they heard her cry,</L>
<L>And u&s;ed ju&s;t like to a captiue Queen;</L>
<L>Her heavie ca&s;e &s;ome few in heart did meen,</L>
<L>But could not helpe, &s;o many couch'd for feare</L>
<L>Of Wolfe and Lyon, or were &s;nar'd with geare.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Her Torches, Tapers, Candles were put out,</L>
<L>And none there was that dur&s;t renew their light:</L>
<L>Great flocks of &s;heep lay folded round about,</L>
<L>Well pluck'd and clipped bare into my &s;ight,</L>
<L>If once on them &s;he ca&s;t her eyes full bright,</L>
<L>The Wolues to yell, the Lyon fell to roare,</L>
<L>Which did affright that Ladies heart full &s;ore.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>Vpon a table &s;pr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="3 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 span"> green,</L>
<L>Did lye two bookes, all <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> gilt, but clo&s;ed,</L>
<L>That not one word within them might be &s;een:</L>
<L>For mens conceits were then to be impo&s;ed,</L>
<L>And that no good occa&s;ion might bee lo&s;ed,</L>
<L>Me thought a&s;&s;embly &s;ummon'd was &amp; called,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Gla&s;gow a&s;&s;embly <HI>1610.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Of huble buble &s;heepheards hir'd and thralled.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Apes, hor&s;es, hounds met there, with many a rod,</L>
<L>The Leopard with aromatick &s;mell,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Du<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">bar.</NOTE></L>
<L>As Lyons great Lieutenant with his nod,</L>
<L>And mangled &s;peech, the Lyons will could tell,</L>
<L>Fenced the court, threatned if any mell</L>
<L>With matters there, but as he had directed,</L>
<L>That they &s;hould rue, &amp; &s;oundly be corrected.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then &s;tood there up a Wolfe all clad in &s;ilk,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Spoi&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="3 letters"></NOTE></L>
<L>A Wolfe indeed, yet li&s;ping like a Lambe,</L>
<L>And made a &s;ermon all of wooll and milk,</L>
<L>To move the &s;heepheards hired for the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Con&s;ent the Lyon there &s;hould win the game.</L>
<L>Cau&s;ing all bea&s;ts and &s;heep for to beleeue,</L>
<L>Nought could be done without the lyons leaue.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And then for&s;ooth the Wolfs mu&s;t be advanced,</L>
<L>Seeing it was the Lyons will and plea&s;ure:</L>
<L>To &s;heep no greater cur&s;e there could haue chance<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Yet did the Lyon like them out of mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>His royall crowne, his dignitie and trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Without &s;uch &s;tate&s;men could not &s;table &s;tand,</L>
<L>Nor could he freely reigne within the land.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>With one con&s;ent the bea&s;ts about applauded,</L>
<L>None of the &s;heepheards there would co~tradict,</L>
<L>For hirelings rents the Lyon was collauded,</L>
<L>No limitation, threatning was &s;o thick:</L>
<L>Some for to &s;ay intended &s;ick and &s;ick,</L>
<L>But fear and geare, and fal&s;hood all convoyed,</L>
<L>And &s;o the Lyon what he would enjoyed.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The dogs &s;hal have their wonted cotes in cure,</L>
<L>The wolfs aboue the dogs high &s;hal be placed,</L>
<L>To make the Lyons crown &s;tand firm and &s;ure.</L>
<L>This being done, &amp; wolfs thus greatly graced,</L>
<L>Reel'd to and fro till they had all defaced.</L>
<L>The wofull woman in her bitter pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>Powr'd out with tears this heavie lamentation.</L>
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<L>I was of late a Queen of great renowne,</L>
<L>My fame was &s;pred abroad all <HI>Europe</HI> through,</L>
<L>In everie province, and in everie towne,</L>
<L>I was well &s;erved both in land and Burgh.</L>
<L>No per&s;on high or low, &s;o rude, &s;o rough,</L>
<L>My lawes or precepts ra&s;hly vilipended.</L>
<L>All &s;tood &s;uch aw that I &s;hould be offended.</L>
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<L>Through all the land my congregations</L>
<L>For to behold it was an heavenly &s;ight,</L>
<L>The like whereof was not in other nations,</L>
<L>Such lively force, and &s;uch a lampe of light,</L>
<L>Such evidence of all &s;pirituall might,</L>
<L>By divine doctrine throwing down the proud,</L>
<L>And feeding hungry &s;ouls with healthfull food</L>
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<L>A thunderbolt from pulpit, as from heaven,</L>
<L>You &s;hould have heard a fearful noi&s;e to make,</L>
<L>By force whereof a hard heart rent and riven,</L>
<L>The &s;tubburn &s;inners &s;tallward &s;tomake quake,</L>
<L>The members tremble, and the head to ake.</L>
<L>With &s;uch a &s;hout when doctrine was applied,</L>
<L>As would have made the &s;toute&s;t courage flied.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus knocked fir&s;t my <HI>Knox,</HI> and terrified</L>
<L>The <HI>Zanzummins,</HI> and all the hounds of hell,</L>
<L>My <HI>Low&s;on, Craig,</HI> and <HI>Durie</HI> magnified</L>
<L>That me&s;&s;age which did &s;carre all fiendes fell,</L>
<L>My <HI>Bruce,</HI> my <HI>Rollock</HI> with a heavenly &s;mell</L>
<L>Of fervent zeale and true &s;anctification,</L>
<L>Perfum'd the hearts of many in that nation.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My Presbytries had &s;uch a comely order,</L>
<L>That all light Levits, and the lewde&s;t limmer,</L>
<L>Either in Hieland, or the utmo&s;t border,</L>
<L>Did them regard: yet was it not farre trimmer,</L>
<L>When Synods met in winter and in &s;ummer?</L>
<L>Try'd Presbytries, and if peradventure,</L>
<L>Ought was ami&s;&s;e, redre&s;t it by their cen&s;ure.</L>
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<LG>
<L>My generall a&s;&s;emblies terrible,</L>
<L>Like to an armie with di&s;played Banners.</L>
<L>Control'd all were incorrigible</L>
<L>In lower Synods for their vitious manners,</L>
<L>With care &s;uppre&s;&s;ed all corrupt explainers</L>
<L>Of Scriptures; Papi&s;ts, and all heretickes</L>
<L>Were curbed, and contending Schi&s;matickes.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>With wine &amp; honey did my Schools ore-flow.</L>
<L>When <HI>Melvil</HI> and his fellows had the charge,</L>
<L>Then did the youth in zeal and learning grow,</L>
<L>From thence I had <HI>Barjona</HI> and <HI>Boanerge,</HI></L>
<L>When &s;hepheards &s;tipe~ds were not half &s;o large,</L>
<L>Such were prefer'd as rightly were affected,</L>
<L>But Dogs &amp; Swine, if known, were all rejected.</L>
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<LG>
<L>That lownes are now made Lords my heart it galls,</L>
<L>Worthies exiled, &amp; the wor&s;t rewarded,</L>
<L>To &s;ee fal&s;e knaves to governe, &s;ore me thralls,</L>
<L>The grave and godly not to be regarded:</L>
<L>I mocked am while they me thus have farded,</L>
<L>My gold in gla&s;&s;e, my &s;earge is turn'd in &s;carlet,</L>
<L>Not like my &s;elfe, but like to <HI>Babels</HI> harlot.</L>
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<L>My crown and &s;olid &s;cepter they haue re<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t me,</L>
<L>And dre&s;t me up in bruckle gla&s;&s;e and reed,</L>
<L>And re&s;t the rights wherwith my king infe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">t me</L>
<L>Without the which my flock I cannot feed</L>
<L>As it becometh, with that heavenly bread.</L>
<L>They haue upon me laid this heavie yoke</L>
<L>Of bite-&s;heep Bi&s;hops, as I were a &s;tocke.</L>
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<LG>
<L>This &s;tu~bling-block hath made fro~ heaven to tumble</L>
<L>Some &s;eeming &s;tars, &amp; made the~ change their tongue,</L>
<L>My weakling hogs &amp; lambs are made to &s;tu~ble,</L>
<L>Pa&s;tors to hear from point to point impugne,</L>
<L>That which before as truth from pulpits rung,</L>
<L>Are &s;o offended, that in their hearts they murn,</L>
<L>Ca&s;t &s;o in doubt, they know not where to turn.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>Never was nation &s;o &s;olemnly &s;worne,</L>
<L>Vnder the pain of fearfull condemnation,</L>
<L>To di&s;cipline defend, which now with &s;corn,</L>
<L>Is tramped under foot with fierce oppre&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L>For perfidie, and for &s;uch foul defection,</L>
<L>I am &s;o &s;toni&s;ht that I cannot &s;tand</L>
<L>For horrour, but do tremble foot and hand.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Prayer and preaching are they not prophan'd,</L>
<L>And hireling pa&s;tors love to live at ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Sinceritie and zeale all where di&s;dain'd,</L>
<L>Who is not luke-warm nick-nam'd is preci&s;e,</L>
<L>Or not conform unto the Kirks decrees.</L>
<L>Say libertines, althogh their cau&s;e be wrongous,</L>
<L>The rod is rent wherwith before they dang us.</L>
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<LG>
<L>O that my people their apo&s;ta&s;ie</L>
<L>Would yet perceive, &amp; &s;eek to God their guide,</L>
<L>Would yet confe&s;&s;e their vile hypocri&s;ie,</L>
<L>Fore&s;ee at la&s;t what &s;hall at length betide,</L>
<L>Flouri&s;h &s;hall poperie in its greate&s;t pride.</L>
<L>This is but doubt the foretold day of tryall:</L>
<L>Lord &s;ave thine own from filthy foule denyall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Con&s;ider, Lord, with pittie, my complaint,</L>
<L>My glore is gone, I mourn for <HI>Elies</HI> fall,</L>
<L>And captive ark, I wi&s;h my life were &s;pent.</L>
<L>Gone are the great a&s;&s;emblies generall,</L>
<L>And few, or none, for their return do call.</L>
<L>The holy ve&s;&s;els are carri'd far away,</L>
<L>Wolfe, hogge and dogge do what they plea&s;e or may.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>Me to comfort there is none of my lovers,</L>
<L>My friends are fled, and look to me a farre;</L>
<L>Yea many of them are become reprovers,</L>
<L>They turn a&s;ide, and glance on me a skarre,</L>
<L>And &s;ome, like barking dogs, begin to gnarre,</L>
<L>By craft, by coin, by Kings authoritie,</L>
<L>What plea&s;es men, is brought to pa&s;&s;e on me.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I cry as if I felt &s;ome &s;harp inci&s;ion,</L>
<L>When I beholde the pre&s;ent mi&s;erie,</L>
<L>I cry as if there were &s;ome great divi&s;ion</L>
<L>Into my bones, with pain to torment me.</L>
<L>Wilde Boars and &s;wine dwell in the &s;anctuarie</L>
<L>Even ba&s;tard Bi&s;hops, wor&s;e than <HI>Moabites.</HI></L>
<L>And more malicious than the <HI>Ammonites.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Like &s;ubtile foxes they have entred in.</L>
<L>Pretending me to honour and enrich,</L>
<L>Wild wolfs well wrapped in a weathers skin,</L>
<L>Have dealt by craft till I fell in the ditch:</L>
<L>Now on my belly they their tents do pitch,</L>
<L>And reign like lyons o're my &s;heepe and hogs.</L>
<L>Convert them Lord, or let them die like dogs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My candle&s;tick is like to be removed</L>
<L>For &s;ins of Pa&s;tors and of Congregations,</L>
<L>Which thee, &ocirc; Lord, have unto wrath co~moved;</L>
<L>And have brought on the&s;e fearfull de&s;olations,</L>
<L>Pa&s;tors for gain and glore have left their &s;tations.</L>
<L>Their wealth and honour is not worth a lou&s;e,</L>
<L>If Chri&s;t with grace be bani&s;ht from the hou&s;e.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>Are the&s;e the fruits, O <HI>Scotland,</HI> of thy field?</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the grapes of &s;uch a glorious vine?</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the captains ca&s;t away their &s;hields?</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the &s;ouldiers vowd their lives to tine?</L>
<L>I am a&s;hamed that they are call'd mine.</L>
<L>They feeble are, I cannot &s;ay bewitched,</L>
<L>That thus do faint &amp; flee, when &s;car&s;ly touched</L>
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<LG>
<L>It is well &s;een the da&s;tard &s;pirit of &s;laverie</L>
<L>Hath made thee for to quite thy libertie,</L>
<L>It is well &s;een the craftie &s;pirit of knaverie</L>
<L>Hath &s;poyld thee of thy magnanimitie,</L>
<L>And brought thee under this &s;ervilitie.</L>
<L>No Kirk &s;o glorious was in any land,</L>
<L>But now it &s;eemes it builded was on &s;and.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Wilt thou return to bea&s;tly <HI>Babylon?</HI></L>
<L>Wilt thou returne againe to <HI>Egypt</HI> land?</L>
<L>Wilt thou for&s;ake thy holy mount <HI>Sion?</HI></L>
<L>And joyne thy &s;elf unto that cur&s;ed band?</L>
<L>Shall Antichri&s;t thus have the upper hand,</L>
<L>And all my faithfull &s;ervants never &s;ee</L>
<L>Returne againe their late captivitie?</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then wi&s;h I Lord, that thou &s;hould&s;t make my head</L>
<L>A running well, who&s;e waters ever grow,</L>
<L>Or that mine eyes were zetting &s;pouts of lead,</L>
<L>Wherout my gu&s;hing tears may ever flow;</L>
<L>Yea &s;ome great floud, where barges great may row</L>
<L>That aye the earth may drink my tears as raine,</L>
<L>And aye my eyes may make it moi&s;t againe.</L>
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<LG>
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<L>O that I had the wings of &s;ome faire Doue,</L>
<L>That I might flee forth to the wilderne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Le&s;t I &s;hould &s;eem their doings to approue,</L>
<L>Or beare with &s;uch profe&s;&s;ed wickedne&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>But &s;ince (alas) I can it not redre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>I will go hence, and hide me in &s;ome hill,</L>
<L>Or in &s;ome hole where I may weep my fill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor will I cea&s;e from &s;ighs, O Lord, each day,</L>
<L>Till of my pains thou have compa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>And do repaire the breach and great decay</L>
<L>Of <HI>Sion,</HI> and her de&s;olation,</L>
<L>And to my mourners &s;end &s;ome con&s;olation:</L>
<L>For I cannot permit an earthly King,</L>
<L>Or paughtie Prelates o're my head to reigne.</L>
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<HEAD>CONCLVSION.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Now certainly I thoght &s;he would have &s;pended</L>
<L>Moe dayes and nights into her lamentation,</L>
<L>If that a fierie dragon had not ended</L>
<L>Her mournfull moan in a mo&s;t ugly fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>With horrible and fearfull perturbation,</L>
<L>He &s;pouted flames, and troubled all the aire,</L>
<L>That &s;he noght &s;pake, and I could hear na mair.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But &s;uddenly down with a mightie hoa&s;t</L>
<L>Come MICHAEL with all his Angels cleare.</L>
<L>And beat him down for all his fearfull boa&s;t.</L>
<L>And carried thence with him his Ladie deare.</L>
<L>Sure I was put into a fellon feare,</L>
<L>I found me faint, come home, and yet the vi&s;ion</L>
<L>Made in my minde and heart a deep impre&s;&s;ion.</L>
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<HEAD><HI>ANOTHER DEPLORING</HI> of late the ca&s;e of our Kirk.</HEAD>
<L>NO plea&s;ure of my plea&s;ures all,</L>
<L>can plea&s;ant be to mee,</L>
<L>O deare&s;t mother cha&s;t, and all</L>
<L>for &s;hame and skaith of thee.</L>
<L>Mine eyes powre out &s;alt &s;treames of teares,</L>
<L>thy thraldome to deplore,</L>
<L>Mine heart doth bleed, my lungs doe leap,</L>
<L>and all my bowels roare,</L>
<L>My Diademe of gold and gemmes,</L>
<L>which did thy head adorne,</L>
<L>Is thrown to ground, in place whereof</L>
<L>thou crowned art with thorne.</L>
<L>Thy co&s;tly chaines be&s;tow'd on thee,</L>
<L>by thy deare Spou&s;e and Lord,</L>
<L>Are quite bereft, and thy faire neck</L>
<L>now compa&s;t with a cord.</L>
<L>Thy royall robe embroidered faire,</L>
<L>and lined with Lucerve,</L>
<L>Is turn'd to &s;acke, which to beholde</L>
<L>doth make my fle&s;h to &s;terve.</L>
<L>Thy bracelets rich, which did of late</L>
<L>decore thy comely hands,</L>
<L>Are rent from them, and fettered fa&s;t</L>
<L>into hard yron bands.</L>
<L><PB REF="11">Thy golden rod chang'd in a reed.</L>
<L>by humane art compiled,</L>
<L>Thine holy Seales with papall &s;tampe,</L>
<L>and Romi&s;h rites defiled.</L>
<L>Where faithfull preachers with Chri&s;ts voyce,</L>
<L>were wont to &s;ound before,</L>
<L>Now bite-&s;heepe wolves into thine eares</L>
<L>with uncouth howlings roare.</L>
<L><HI>Arminiani&s;me</HI> and Papi&s;trie,</L>
<L>now in thy pulpits &s;ound,</L>
<L>Which like a daggers deadly dint,</L>
<L>doth cau&s;e my &s;tomacke &s;tound.</L>
<L>I and my mates &s;ometime refre&s;ht</L>
<L>with dew from heaven that rained,</L>
<L>Now poy&s;oned are with the&s;e fowle dregges,</L>
<L>from Romi&s;h Bitch are &s;trained.</L>
<L>Prince, People, Peeres, and Prelates all,</L>
<L>awake, awake in time,</L>
<L>With teares, and &s;ighes, and &s;obbes &s;triue &s;till</L>
<L>to expiate this crime.</L>
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<HEAD>Mr. ANDREW MELVINS EPIGRAMME upon the Engli&s;h <HI>Altar in Latine, and tran&s;lated.</HI></HEAD>
<L>CVr &s;tant clau&s;i Anglis libri duo regia in ara</L>
<L>lumina caeca duo, pellubra &s;icca duo.</L>
<L>Num &s;en&s;um cultum&abque; Dei tenet Anglia clau&s;um</L>
<L>Lumine caeca &s;uo &s;orde &s;epulta &s;ua</L>
<L>Romano ac ritu dum regalem in&s;truit <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>Purpuream pingit religio&s;a lupam.</L>
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<HEAD>The &s;ame in English.</HEAD>
<L>ON Kingly Chappels altar &s;tand,</L>
<L>blinde candle&s;tickes, clos'd bookes,</L>
<L>Dry &s;ilver ba&s;ins, two of each.</L>
<L>Wherefore? &s;aith he who looks,</L>
<L>The minde and wor&s;hip of the Lord</L>
<L>Dorh England &s;o keep clo&s;e</L>
<L>Blinde in her &s;ight, and buried in</L>
<L>her filthine&s;&s;e and dro&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>And while with Romane rites &s;he doth</L>
<L>Her kingly altar dre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Religiou&s;ly the purpled whoore,</L>
<L>to trim &s;he doth profe&s;&s;e.</L>
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