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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>IUDGE BARKELY HIS PENITENTIALL COMPLAINT: Wherein he laments the Condition of his pre&s;ent Impri&s;onment, and the late Corruptions of violated and inforced IUSTICE.</HEAD>
<L>WHat wonder's this, to heare a Terme &s;hould be</L>
<L>Gone off, and yet Vacation &s;till with me?</L>
<L>That I &s;hould owne the lea&s;ure to rehear&s;e</L>
<L>My Cau&s;e to'th Stones, and plead my Griefes in Ver&s;e:</L>
<L>That I who ballanc'd <HI>Right,</HI> and in her Scale</L>
<L>Did rai&s;e or &s;inke her to make <HI>Wrong</HI> prevaile,</L>
<L>Should now lye lo&s;t to Ju&s;tice, and inferre</L>
<L>My &s;elfe an Exile to her Hall and her;</L>
<L>Should feare her &s;entence, and &s;hould hide my face</L>
<L>(Where once I &s;ate) from her Tribunall place.</L>
<L>Judgement proves then mo&s;t happy, when the Law</L>
<L>Of Truth and Goodne&s;&s;e doth the Con&s;cience awe.</L>
<L>Nor can he quickly into danger fall,</L>
<L>Who to him&s;elfe lives a law rationall.</L>
<L>But when the &s;howes of Honour or of Gaine</L>
<L>Grow on the heart, and doe corrupt the braine,</L>
<L>Rea&s;on doth &s;tartle, and th'affections &s;traight</L>
<L>Prove conquer'd Captives to that golden bair.</L>
<L>Why &s;hould tho&s;e thicke and glittering &s;pangles, that</L>
<L>Doe dance in glory on the robes of State,</L>
<L>Trouble the knowing minde to gaze upon</L>
<L>Their flattering &s;plendors, or to put them on?</L>
<L>But that's not all; for when that fatall Vice</L>
<L>(That Turke 'mong&s;t Chri&s;tians) &s;ordid Avarice,</L>
<L>Leads her blacke Army up, and doth begin</L>
<L>To make the heart and U&s;urer to Sin;</L>
<L>Then Peace, Religion, Safety, Ju&s;tice, all</L>
<L>Who owne to Grace or Honour, humbled fall</L>
<L>Before that tyrant Fiend who&s;e irefull doome</L>
<L>Breaches nought but ruine, rage, and martyrdome,</L>
<L>Who bribes the Law, and what was made &s;o &s;trong</L>
<L>To &s;peake our <HI>Right,</HI> makes Law to &s;peake it <HI>Wrong.</HI></L>
<L>The&s;e were my faults, made happy did they gue&s;t</L>
<L>But in one Inne, or lodg'd but in my Bre&s;t:</L>
<L>But when that Ju&s;tice on her knees &s;hall fall</L>
<L>To beg the Judge to doe her right, and call</L>
<L>Her &s;potle&s;&s;e Ermines to his eye, and wrong'd,</L>
<L>De&s;ire that grace to have her Cau&s;e prolong'd</L>
<L>Untill &s;ome happy Parliament &s;hould rai&s;e</L>
<L>New &s;trength to her unnerved hand, and prai&s;e</L>
<L>Her faint and labouring pul&s;es, make her know</L>
<L>Holds &s;he the Ballance in her hand, or no,</L>
<L>To lend her eyes, and from their gracious tongues</L>
<L>Infu&s;e new breath to her de&s;pairing lungs,</L>
<L>When Life and Honour lay upon the &s;take,</L>
<L>And Ju&s;tice dumbe, while Fal&s;hoods tongue did ake,</L>
<L>My &s;added bloud &s;ickens to whay, and while</L>
<L>That <HI>Right</HI> now laughes, I gratulate her &s;mile.</L>
<L>That Hand of Ju&s;tice which I downe did beare,</L>
<L>Strikes now repentance through me, which no eare</L>
<L>Can heare and &s;pare no griefes, nor pa&s;&s;ing by</L>
<L>Can any &s;ee but with a bleeding eye.</L>
<L>Let all my Lawes he broken, let the wheele</L>
<L>Of Fortune &s;plit, and her Atturneyes reele.</L>
<L>It is a glad and happy &s;inne would prove</L>
<L>It &s;elfe reform'd to every good mans love:</L>
<L>Thus much my penitence can doe, but this</L>
<L>Is good begotten from too much ami&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Though cold my hopes, and my more &s;ad affaires</L>
<L>Doe pull more winter on my &s;now-touch'd haires,</L>
<L>I now learne Ju&s;tice, patient I learne more</L>
<L>Then ere her Agent I perform'd before:</L>
<L>And &s;hall decree what ever way &s;he's bent,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t is my fate, as ju&s;t the Parliament.</L>
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<P>Printed in the yeare 1641.</P>
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