When Justice raigns, the Land doth flourish;
When, 'tis unthron'd, the People perish.[_]
The Author, is George Wither Esq;
Who, in writing this Address, being transported beyond the sense of his
Personal Sufferings, discovers by a Poetical Rapture, that whereon the
peace of these Nations depends; and, what IS, and what VVILL
BE, their sad Condition; as also, what New-Purgatories, and
Fiery-Tryals, they are likely to pass, if GOD's Mercy, prevents
not: which that they may endeavour to obtain,
their old Remembrancer gives them, once more, a
Fore-warning; resolving, this shall be his Last
Time, of sounding them an ALARM.
When Disrespects, to Wrongs doth Ruine adde,
He, may be wise, who seems a little mad;
And, in that FIT speak things that needfull be
To cure those men, that are, more mad then he.
