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WRITTEN DURING HIS CAPTIVITY
AT CARISBROOKE CASTLE, 1648.
GREAT Monarch of the World! from whose arm
potency and power of Kings,
Record the royal woe, my sufferings!
And teach my tongue, that ever did onlin
Its faculties in Truth's seraphic ine,
To track the treasons of thy
Nature and Law, by thy vice cent
With it, the sacred scepce goose ***
The fiercest Faries fat in sy post
They raise a waz auf m
Whilst sacrilegious TESS, VAN APPA
Tyranny bears the title of Taxation.
My loyal subjects, who, in this bad season,
Next, at the Clergy do their furies frown!
Pious Episcopacy must go down!
They will destroy the Crosier and the Crown!
Churchmen are chained; and Schismatics are freed! Mechanics preach; and holy Fathers bleed!
The Crown is crucified with the Creed!
The Church of England does all faction foster!
The Presbyter and Independent Seed
Springs from broad blades, to make Religion bleed! HEROD and PONTIUS PILATE are agreed!
The Corner-stone 's misplaced by every pavier.
My Royal Consort, from whose fruitful womb
Is forced, in pilgrimage, to seek a tomb!
Great Britain's Heir is forced into France;
With my own power, my Majesty they wound!
With Propositions, daily, they inchant
My people's ears: such as do reason daunt;
They promise to erect my Royal Stem,
But, for refusal, they devour my thrones,
My life they prize at such a slender rate
Felons obtain more privilege than I!
But, sacred Saviour! with thy words, I woo
Such as (thou know'st!) do not know what they do!
For since they, from the LORD are so disjointed,
How can they prize the power of his Anointed!
Augment my patience! Nullify my hate!
Yet though we perish; bless this Church and State!
William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
I SWEAR, by Muscadel!
That I do love thee well,
By the White, Claret, and Sack,
No Goddess, 'mongst them all,
And grateful too withal!
Which makes my sinews to crack
So lovely, and so fair;
All these set me on love's rack
Thy kind and cunning eye,
Our love it did descry,
Dumb, speaking, 'What d' you lack?