That which nor France, nor all the World could

In Union, fhall your Difcord bring you to?

CXI.

Confpire against Us, Neighbour-Nations all, That envy at the Height whereto w' are grown: Conjure the Barb'rous North, and let them call Strange Fury from far diftant Shores unknown; And let them all together on Us fall,

So to divert the Ruin of our own;

That we, forgetting what doth fo incenfe,
May turn the Hand of Malice to Defence..

CXII.

[do,

Calm these tempeftuous Spirits, O mighty Lord ;This threatning Storm, that over-hangs the Land: -Make them confider e're they unsheath the Sword, How vain is th' Earth, this Point whereon they [ftand.;

And with what fad Calamities is ftor'd
The best of that, for which th' Ambitious band;
"Labour the End of Labour, Strife of Strife,
"Terror in Death, and Horror after Life.

CXIII.

Thus they in Zeal, whofe humbl'd Thoughts were:

[good, Whilst in this wide-fpread Volume of the Skies, The Book of Providence difclosed stood, Warnings of Wrath, foregoing Miferies, In Lines of Fire, and Characters of Blood There fearful Forms in dreadful Flames arife, Amazing Comers, threatning Monarchs Might, And new-feen Stars, unknown unto the Night:

CXIV.

Red fi'ry Dragons in the Air do fly,

And burning Meteors, pointed ftreaming Lights;
Bright Stars in Midft of Day appear in Sky,
Prodigious Monsters, ghaftly fearful Sights;
Strange Ghofts and Apparitions terrify:
The woful Mother her own Birth affrights;
Seeing a wrong deformed Infant born,

Grieves in her Pains, deceiv'd, in Shame doth mourn.

CXV.

The Earth, as if afraid of Blood and Wounds,
Trembles in Terror of these falling Blows;
The hollow Concaves give out groaning Sounds,
And fighing Murmurs, to lament our Woes:
The Ocean all at Discord with his Bounds,
Reiterates his ftrange untimely Flows:

Nature all out of Course, to check our Course,
Neglects her Work, to work in Us Remorse.

CXVI.

So great a Wreck unto it felf doth (lo!)
Disorder'd, proud Mortality prepare,
That this whole Frame doth even labour fo
Her Ruin unto Frailty to declare;

And travails to fore-fignify the Woe,

That weak Improvidence could not beware.

"For Heav'n and Earth, and Air and Seas, and all, "Taught Men to fee, but not to fhun their Fall.

CXVII.

Is Man fo dear unto the Heavens, that they
Refpect the Ways of Earth, the Works of Sin?
Doth this Great All, this Universal weigh
The vain Designs that Weaknefs doth begin?
Or doth our Fear, Father of Zeal, give way
Unto this Error Ignorance lives in;

And

And deem our Faults the Cause that move the fe

[Pow'rs, That have their Caufe from other Caufe than ours?

CXVIII.

But these Beginnings had this impious War,
Thungodly Bloodshed that did fo defile
The Beauty of thy Fields, and ev'n did mar
The Flow'r of thy Chief Pride, thou Fairest Ifle :
These were the Caufes that incens'd fo far
The Civil-wounding Hand, enrag'd with Spoil;
That now the Living, with afflicted Eye,
Look back with Grief on fuch Calimity.

The End of the Firft Book

:

The

JAGADAG

The HISTORY of the

CIVIL WAR.

BOOK II.

The ARGUMENT.

King Richard moans his Wrong, and wails his Reign;
And here betray'd, to London he is led,

Bafely attir'd, attending Her'ford's Train;
Where th' One is fcorn'd, the Other welcomed.
His Wife, miftaking him, doth much complain;
And both together greatly ferrowed:

In Hope to fave his Life, and ease his Thrall,
He yields up State, and Rule, and Crown and all.

IN

I.

TN Dearth of Faith, and Scarcity of Friends,
The late Great Mighty Monarch, on the Shore,
In th' utmoft Corner of his Land attends,

To call back falfe Obedience, fled before;
Toils, and in vain his Toil and Labour 1pends;
More Hearts he fought to gain, he loft the more :
All turn'd their Faces to the Rifing Sun,

And leave his Setting Fortune, Night begun.

II. Pier.

II.

Piercy, how foon, by thy Example led,

The Houfhold-Train forfook their wretched Lord!*
When with thy Staff of Charge dishonoured,
Thou brak'ft thy Faith, not Steward of thy Word,
And took ft his Part, that after took thy Head;
When thine own Hand had ftrengthen'd firft his
[Sword.

"For fuch great Merit do upbraid, and call
"For great Reward, or think the great too small.

III.

And Kings love not to be beholden ought; Which makes their Chiefeft Friends oft fpeed the

[worst: For thofe, by whom their Fortunes have been

[wrought, Put them in Mind of what they were at firft; Whofe doubtful Faith if once in Question brought, 'Tis thought they will offend, because they durft; And taken in a Fault, are never fpar'd; Being easier to revenge, than to reward.

IV.

And thus thefe mighty Actors,. Sons of Change,
Thefe Partizans of Factions often try'd,
That in the Smoke of Innovations ffrange
Build huge uncertain Plots of unfure Pride;
And on the Hard of a bad Exchange,
Have ventura all the Stock of Life befide;

"Whilst Princes rais'd, difdain to have been rais'd "By those whofe Helps deferve not to be prais'd.

* Thomas Piercy was Earl of Worcester, Brother to the Earl of Northumberland, and Steward of the King's Houfe.