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The Golden Fleece

Divided into three Parts, Under Which are discouered the Errours of Religion, the Vices and Decayes of the Kingdome, and lastly the wayes to get wealth, and to restore Trading so much complayned of. Transported from Cambrioll Colchos, out of the Southermost Part of the Iland, commonly called the Newfoundland, By Orpheus Iunior [i.e.William Vaughan], For the generall and perpetuall Good of Great Britaine

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[Bright Light of Loue, which knowest the Originals]
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[Bright Light of Loue, which knowest the Originals]

Bright Light of Loue, which knowest the Originals,
And Principles of Supernaturals,

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Which measur'st Globes, & the 7. wādring Spheares,
Inspire my heart. Let not subrustick Feares,
Nor bashfulnesse of Virgins crimson hew
Astonish me from speaking what is true;
But that with free and lofty voice I sound
Sweet Peace, which may strife, and not Lawes, confound.
Doues build in holes of Rockes: but thou, my Doue,
In holes of bloudied Rocke must build thy Loue.
My Soule, like to a Doue with silver wings,
Flies to Christ's wounds for feare of Vipers stings.
He is my Rocke, my Sauiour, and Defence,
While I stand cloth'd in Robes of innocence.
Hee knowes my aime is faire, jarres to subdue
And Charitie in Lawyers to renew.
Some thinke it a hard taske, impossible;
But unto God all things are possible.
Others subiect mens fraile intelligence,
And Reformations to Starres Influence:
As though Errours waite on Reuolutions,
Bald times pleasure, or Constellations.
First, let thē learne; although the Suns cleere beames
With his pale Sister, Lady of the streames,
Doe rule the World, and worke in Trees and Flowers,
Yet can they not controule Diuiner Powers,
Such as our Spirits be, nor yet our wits,
Which Policie refines with sacred Writs.
Who can deny, but Craft's the cause of Euill?
As Truth will shame Promooters and the Deuill?
As Vnitie and Iustice I adore,
So these turn'd topsie turuy I deplore.
Of Old it was not so. Then, no Surmizes

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Could wrest Lawes, nor Pleas maskt in disguises.
Few Sentences then served to unfold
Great matters. Then they pleaded not for Gold;
But eu'ry man in person to the Iudge,
As vnto God, his Case shew'd without grudge.
This made them quiet, and stor'd with Treasure,
Where we spend, attending Misers leasure.
We spend our Thrift, our Braines, and precious times
By lewd mens counsels fild with heynous crimes
In needlesse Suits, whom they hold for Clients,
Or Tenants, like greedy Leaches Patients.
Through thicke and thinne vp to the eares and chin,
They make vs drudge to bring them mony in.
But what's the end? Their Heires do seldom thriue.
Although in Pomps their aged Starlings liue,
And sucking Pidgeons bloud turne Cormorants:
Yet neuer Apes will grow to Elephants;
Nor will God suffer an Impostors Race
To flourish long, nor wisdome, to embrace.
Some Nations He plagues for their Drunkennesse
With bloudy warres; some for their Beastlinesse
With Famine of his Word. But vs He smites
By letting double Tongues, vse base despites.
Then friske like Foxes brisk, and squeak like Rats;
Or barke like Curres, or caterwaule like Cats.
Feare no thornes, lift vp your hornes; each Brother,
Like juggling Gypsies, deceiue another.
This man rake, him to the stake; hold your owne.
Cheat kindly, my Maisters; There's Gold in Towne.
By Hook or by Crook, by Right or by Wrong
Cramme Purses with Curses. O dismall Song!

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All's Fish that comes to Net in Sea or Brooke.
No surer angling then the Golden Hooke.
Glad is false Iudas of his siluer pouch;
Glad is fond Midas of his golden Touch,
As Whales doe play vpon the lesser Fish,
Till Harping-irons spoyle their latest wish;
So These wound Christ againe through Neighbours sides,
Till Earth deuoures her due, their hideous hides.
O curuæ in terras Animæ Cœlestium inanes!
O stooping Soules to Earthly trumperies,
And quite deuoid of Heauenly Mysteries!