Lambeth, Dr. Featly, sequestered, plundered, imprisoned, and dead a prisoner. Newington, Mr. Heath, sequestered. Stepney, Dr. Stamp, sequestered, plundered, and forced to fly. N. B. In the adjacent towns, besides those of the Abby-Church and Islington, outed five, dead one. The total of the ministers of London, within the bills of mortality (besides St. Paul's and Westminster) turned out of their liv ings by sequestration and otherwise, one-hundred and fifteen. Whereof were doctors in divinity, above forty. And the most of them plundered of their goods, and their wives and children turned out of doors. Imprisoned in London, and in the ships, and in the several jails and castles in the country, twenty. Fled to prevent imprisonment, twenty-five. Dead in remote parts and in prisons, with grief, twenty-two. About forty churches void, having no constant minister in them. Usquequo, domine*, Rev. vi. 10. A SHORT HISTORY OF THE ENGLISH REBELLION. Compiled in Verse, by MARCHAMONT NEDHAM, London: Printed in 1661. Quarto, containing thirty-feven pages. WHEN as we liv'd in peace (God wot) A king would not content us; But we, forsooth, must hire the Scot, To all-be-parliament us. Then down went king and bishops too; Betwixt them and the brethren blue, T' advance the crown and kirk. But when that these had reigned a time, A more religious sort up climb, * How long. O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood, &c. VOL. VII. N But now we must have peace again, A peace, a peace, the country cries, Sure now they may, as well as we, When th' army comes their guests to be, Free quarter is a tedious thing, And so is the excise.. None can deliver us but the king, The parliament hath serv'd seven years; Long peace a plenty did beget, And plenty brought forth pride; Through pride to faction men were set In parties to divide. The new-formed priests first led the way, And said it was no sin, By force to drive the king away, And draw the city in. The lords and commons they consent And so the catholick down went, This brought a war and taxes on, The crown's revenue goes to wreck, We are, the learned Synod says, The plough stands still, and trade is small; A Scot and Jesuit, join'd in hand, These both agreed to have no King; No Bishop; 'tis a godly thing Then th' Independent, meek and sly, Resolves to have no Church. The King dethron'd, the Subjects bleed! Our States-men (though no Lunaticks, The devil's foot is cleft (men speak) They vote, unvote, and vote with noise What they cry'd down before, ing and bishops. *This refers to the petition of the tumultuous rabble of the London apprentices against the O happy treason! see how wealth No Sadducees but must confess, Both Cain and Judas back are come, They feed upon a kingdom's curse, The dev'l provide a second course, Now, Charles, thy conquest is compleat, That God, which guides the royal Scot, O House of Commons, House of Lords, For 'tis decreed, your soldiers swords But like fair chapmen 'twas well done, To cast accompts; for, one by one, The kingdom all in pieces torn! Now, now, we see 'twas for the crown The houses both did fight: For, since the cavaliers are down, The adjutators, stern and proud, * See the Dissenting Ministers vindication of themselves from the horrid and detestable mu der of king Charles the First, in Vol. VI. p. 129. Their officers cry'd, Hail, O king; And all did plat the thorns. Thus crucify'd, great Charles did live For resurrection, God will give A new cor'nation-day. Rouse up! king Charles hath miss'd the snare Each for his winding-sheet. The army rendezvoused are, And do they know not what; The houses know not what to think; They must be whipt, until they stink, Thus, Cavaliers, cast up your caps, That Charles, in spight of all their traps, Shall shortly rule again. For liberty, and privilege, We fought; but O! the golden wedge! That is the only thing. There lies the cream of all the cause; Religion is but whig; Pure privilege eats up the laws, And cries, For kings a fig. The houses may a Christmas keep, Then where is Liberty (I pray) Gape, gape for peace, poor countrymen; The members mean to treat: And we shall see fair play agen, When they no more can cheat. |