LONDONS Warning-Peece,
BEING,
The Common-Prayers Complaint.
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WHat shall I doe; I am cast out of doore,
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In Church, nor Chappell, I must come no more:
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For I am call'd plain Popery, by those,
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That by the Spirit, Prayers doe compose;
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Such are the men your Round-heads dote upon,
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That can make prayers, of an houre long:
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That sigh, and sob, with making many faces,
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And these are men, preferr'd in good mens places.
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Fy, fy, I am ashamed to see these dayes,
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Where none but such as by th' Spirit prayes,
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Regarded are; for now adayes they cry,
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Down all, that will not with the times comply.
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So impudent they are, the Church they call
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A den of Theeves, yea and th' house of Ball:
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Th' had rather preach in Barnes, in Tubs, and Stables,
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For there they can repeat their lyes and fables:
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But Parliament look too't, or else wee'l come
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'Gainst them and you at dreadfull day of doome:
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You chosen were as Fathers of the land,
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Thinking for King and Kingdom you would stand,
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Maintaining our Religion, as it stood
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In th' best Reformers time, that e're were good.
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Stablish'd I was by Orthodox Devines,
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But Pim, and th' rest to contrary inclines,
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They think they're wiser then our Fathers were,
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And yet will coozen, lye, and cheat, and sweare:
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But 'twas not so in that Queenes dayes, whose fame
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To th' world is spread, Elizabeth by name:
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There never was such Schisms, such sects as now,
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Preaching in tubs, Green, Spencer, Hunt and How.
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No, not so much as one man durst be seen
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[To] contradict the sayings of the Queen:
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[Mu]ch lesse to take up Armes for to Rebell,
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[And Parlia]ment to count this doing well;
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[N]o marvell 'tis that 'gainst me they doe rise,
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When as they doe our Gratious King despise:
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Yea, base Mecannicks, that doe preach in tubs,
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Did come to th' Court with swords, and staves, & clubs,
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And did annoy CHARLES, our most gracious King,
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Day after day they came (but did not bring
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Petitions in their hands) for to implore,
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But Brazen fac'd they came to White-hall doore;
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At which affront our King seem'd discontent,
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And thought not little that his Parliament
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Should slight him so, as not to take a course
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With base Mechanicks as did sweare, nay worse,
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Yea, speak high Treason 'gainst our royall King,
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Which he did hear, yet 'twas counted nothing:
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His Majestie seeing himself so slighted,
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Abus'd by base Mechanicks, and not righted,
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White hall he left, to Hampton Court he went,
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Being fill'd with sorrow, grief and discontent,
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To think that having reign'd so long in peace,
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This happy Peace should now begin to cease,
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And Civill Warre amongst ourselves begin:
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O what an age is this we now live in,
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That Subjects now against their Prince must warre,
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Yea, and themselves at first begin to jarre:
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For they began an Army for to raise,
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Five members 'twas, bee't spoken to their praise.
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Pim, he began to set it first on foot,
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And Stroud, and Hampden both apploy'd them too't,
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An Army must be rais'd, or wee're undon,
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The land with Popery will soon be o're run,
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Come sayes Kimbolton, let's not make delay,
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Let's raise Ten Thousand men, and send away,
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Brave Essex wee will make our Generall,
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And to the Souldiers wee'l be liberall,
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Scarfs, Swords, and money then they had great store,
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Great heaps of money, and of Plate, nay more
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Then for the present they could well dispose,
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But what's become of all that now, God knowes,
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The Army being rais'd, away they bent,
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To meet our Soveraigne with full intent,
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To kill and slay all those that took his part,
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But yet you see it was beyond their art;
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For I am sure they have been often bang'd,
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And in the end I think they will be hang'd.
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What! take up arms against your gracious King!
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This is a horrid and a Heathenish thing.
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Stay, cry you mercy: CHARLES is no longer King,
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King Pim it is, the Round-heads would have him:
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Their Zeal is set all on a burning fire,
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That none a happy Union doth desire:
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See how the rage of this great factious crew,
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Are bent 'gainst kingdoms three, all to undoe,
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Such plunderings, and such pillaging, nay stay,
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Is theeving, though Malignant carry't away:
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One robs another, for to make himselfe,
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And hoards in baggs and trunks this cursed pelfe.
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Well Londoners, Let no more money goe,
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Be now a friend to CHARLES, and not a foe,
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[For]esee how he doth prosper in his way,
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[Scarce] once in twice that you have got the day
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Brave Bristolls taken, [Gl]ocester now is shaking,
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Gainsbrough forsaken, Exceter is quaking:
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Wee'l now submit, and joyn at last for peace,
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That this unhappy Civill Warre may cease:
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Then CHARLES too's Crown may be receiv'd with joy
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So wee'l triumph, and sing, Vive la roy.
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O Yes, O yes, O yes.
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If any man have found Law in a Declaration,
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That strayed from Westminster after a strange fashion,
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Since the Fifteenth of November 'twas not seen
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in this Nation:
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Let him bring news unto Pim, he shall have thanks in a
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Narration.
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O Yes, O yes, O yes.
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If any man hath found Sir John Hotham, or shall,
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Who hath lost himself in the keeping of Hull,
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And now strayed away, by an Order that's Null,
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If the Parliament will not have him, his Majestie will.
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God save the King.
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O yes. O yes, O yes,
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If any man hath lost any money or plate,
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There was a great deale took up at Gulid-Hall of late,
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Let them shew the marks on 't, now it's melted, abate
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Onely the keeping, and by Publick Faith ye shall ha'te.
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God save the King let's all sing.
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WIll nothing serve? will nothing else suffice
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For Englands Peace? No other Sacrifice?
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Isaack's demanded: Isaack is deni'de,
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Our Righteous Abra'ms they will not confide:
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Though prompted by their own Indeavor came,
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To rescue Zealous Isaack with a Ramme,
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If neither Isaack nor the Ram can doe,
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The Devill take both, Ram, and Isaack too.
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