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ROM. 13. 1, 2.
Let every Soul be Subject to the Higher Powers, &c.
Whosoever therefore Resisteth the Power, Resisteth the Ordinance of God, and they that Resist, shall receive to themselves Damnation.
Whosoever therefore Resisteth the Power, Resisteth the Ordinance of God, and they that Resist, shall receive to themselves Damnation.
The Text (quoth he) beloved, plainly
Holds forth, that every one should mainly
Strive who should most Enriched be
With the Dear Jewel Loyalty:
I do not mean the Counterfeit,
Which every one that Swears can get,
To save their Purses, having a mind;
Theirs is a Bristol Stone—no Diamond;
But I do mean that Sacred Jewel,
Which flattering Arts, nor open Cruelty
of Men, e're with all their Bluster,
Could make it lose its sparkling Lustre;
A Good, by Holy Writ Commended,
With thousand Blessings still attended,
A Virtue which the very Angels
Practise above, or it were strange else,
None of them daring to Rebel,
Since Lucifer, and his Crew fell,
A Virtue all have here I hopen;
But now my Text begins to Open.
Holds forth, that every one should mainly
Strive who should most Enriched be
With the Dear Jewel Loyalty:
I do not mean the Counterfeit,
Which every one that Swears can get,
To save their Purses, having a mind;
Theirs is a Bristol Stone—no Diamond;
But I do mean that Sacred Jewel,
Which flattering Arts, nor open Cruelty
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Could make it lose its sparkling Lustre;
A Good, by Holy Writ Commended,
With thousand Blessings still attended,
A Virtue which the very Angels
Practise above, or it were strange else,
None of them daring to Rebel,
Since Lucifer, and his Crew fell,
A Virtue all have here I hopen;
But now my Text begins to Open.
Let every Soul, &c.
Let every Soul, —Man, Woman, Child
Be with this Holy Virtue fill'd,
For there's not one in all the Nation
Excepted in this Proclamation,
Tho there are thousands senseless Elves,
Who wickedly Except themselves,
And foolishly suppose that they
Were Born to Govern, not Obey;
Ah! Parents, for I must be true t'ye,
And tell you that it is your Duty,
To let your Children hazard at all,
Learn, as just as they can Prattle,
The Criss-Cross-Row of Loyalty,
Before they learn their A. B. C.
Tell 'em the Dignity of Crown'd Heads,
And make 'em learn to hate the Roundheads;
Tell 'em, there nothing is in Nature,
So, Monstrous as a Whiggish Creature;
Tell 'em—Nay tell 'em any thing
T' advance the Glory of a King;
Indeed 'tis plain without Correction,
That Loyalty implies Subjection.
Be with this Holy Virtue fill'd,
For there's not one in all the Nation
Excepted in this Proclamation,
Tho there are thousands senseless Elves,
Who wickedly Except themselves,
And foolishly suppose that they
Were Born to Govern, not Obey;
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And tell you that it is your Duty,
To let your Children hazard at all,
Learn, as just as they can Prattle,
The Criss-Cross-Row of Loyalty,
Before they learn their A. B. C.
Tell 'em the Dignity of Crown'd Heads,
And make 'em learn to hate the Roundheads;
Tell 'em, there nothing is in Nature,
So, Monstrous as a Whiggish Creature;
Tell 'em—Nay tell 'em any thing
T' advance the Glory of a King;
Indeed 'tis plain without Correction,
That Loyalty implies Subjection.
Let every Soul be Subject, &c.
That is, let every Soul be ready,
With a fixt mind, resolv'd and steddy,
To part with Life, Estate, and all,
When e're it is his Prince's call;
But never let him Hum and Haw,
And Question if 'tis done by Law,
His Princes Will to him should be
The Rule of Law and Equity;
But now Beloved let's Discourse
Of what is meant by Higher Powers.
With a fixt mind, resolv'd and steddy,
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When e're it is his Prince's call;
But never let him Hum and Haw,
And Question if 'tis done by Law,
His Princes Will to him should be
The Rule of Law and Equity;
But now Beloved let's Discourse
Of what is meant by Higher Powers.
Let every Soul be Subject to the Higher Powers.
That is, that every Soul should be
Subject alone to Monarchy;
A Government which you and I know,
Most certainly is Jur' Divino,
Above all other Governments,
Which are in Earths most wide Extents:
Alas! what man a live is able
T'endure the Ruling of a Rabble,
But Common-wealths why should we rob,
Of th' Glory of a Ruling Mob;
Distinctions, they know no other,
Than well met Friend, and hale well Brother;
But amongst all the Ruling Powers
Of Monarchy, there's none like ours;
I say, not as 'tis now—alas!
My meaning is, as once it was,
When Good King—but I'll leave the rest
By your Good Judgments to be guest,
Whilst in few words I shall Rehearse
The Meaning of the Second Verse:
Subject alone to Monarchy;
A Government which you and I know,
Most certainly is Jur' Divino,
Above all other Governments,
Which are in Earths most wide Extents:
Alas! what man a live is able
T'endure the Ruling of a Rabble,
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Of th' Glory of a Ruling Mob;
Distinctions, they know no other,
Than well met Friend, and hale well Brother;
But amongst all the Ruling Powers
Of Monarchy, there's none like ours;
I say, not as 'tis now—alas!
My meaning is, as once it was,
When Good King—but I'll leave the rest
By your Good Judgments to be guest,
Whilst in few words I shall Rehearse
The Meaning of the Second Verse:
Whosoever therefore Resisteth, &c.
Beloved, 'tis a dreadful Curse,
But good enough, were't ten times worse,
For those who meddle in State-matters,
And will be Kings and Monarch-haters;
Tho most Men make a Recreation
Of that so common word Damnation,
But they will all to Hell be Carried,
As sure as Judas call'd Iscariot,
Who in the smallest point or thing,
Or thought, Rebel against their King,
To whom the Title still we give
Of God's true Representative;
No wonder then that God is Jealous,
When 'gainst his Vice Roy they'r Rebellious;
What mighty havock have ye done,
Ye wicked Men of Forty One;
Nay, I might farther here rejoyn,
Ye Belial's Sons of Eighty Nine;
Nay Laugh not, for, for all your Jearing,
There`s not one Barrel better Herring:
Fight `gainst your King!—How my Blood Curdles?
Have you a mind to lay on Hurdles?
And whether you are Low or High born,
With a Psalm end your Days at Tyburn;
But my Belov'd, 'tis plain and clear
That there are no such Persons here,
We are all—
But good enough, were't ten times worse,
For those who meddle in State-matters,
And will be Kings and Monarch-haters;
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Of that so common word Damnation,
But they will all to Hell be Carried,
As sure as Judas call'd Iscariot,
Who in the smallest point or thing,
Or thought, Rebel against their King,
To whom the Title still we give
Of God's true Representative;
No wonder then that God is Jealous,
When 'gainst his Vice Roy they'r Rebellious;
What mighty havock have ye done,
Ye wicked Men of Forty One;
Nay, I might farther here rejoyn,
Ye Belial's Sons of Eighty Nine;
Nay Laugh not, for, for all your Jearing,
There`s not one Barrel better Herring:
Fight `gainst your King!—How my Blood Curdles?
Have you a mind to lay on Hurdles?
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With a Psalm end your Days at Tyburn;
But my Belov'd, 'tis plain and clear
That there are no such Persons here,
We are all—
Here a sudden noise,
To silence put the Preachers Voice,
When instantly without much Rabble,
An Officer that's call'd Constable,
Attended by some Musqueteers,
Entred the Room and spoil'd their Geers:
To silence put the Preachers Voice,
When instantly without much Rabble,
An Officer that's call'd Constable,
Attended by some Musqueteers,
Entred the Room and spoil'd their Geers:
Genteels (quoth he) without much Preface,
You all my Prisoners are in the place;
None Answering him upon that Score,
Obedience Passive were all o're;
Some few escap't, but those he guest,
Were but blind Biggots to the rest;
The Priest too, having slipt off Habit,
Soon got away like Cased Rabit,
The now Detected Conventiclers,
Who are for Loyalty such Sticklers,
Were carried 'fore a Magistrate,
Where little `twould avail to prate;
The Oaths were Tendred, and none willing
To take `em, each pay Forty Shilling;
Patient in Suffering with applause,
Not for the Old, but good New Cause.
You all my Prisoners are in the place;
None Answering him upon that Score,
Obedience Passive were all o're;
Some few escap't, but those he guest,
Were but blind Biggots to the rest;
The Priest too, having slipt off Habit,
Soon got away like Cased Rabit,
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Who are for Loyalty such Sticklers,
Were carried 'fore a Magistrate,
Where little `twould avail to prate;
The Oaths were Tendred, and none willing
To take `em, each pay Forty Shilling;
Patient in Suffering with applause,
Not for the Old, but good New Cause.
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