God and Mammon Or, No fellowship betwixt light and darkness, the superstitious and True Worshipper. Also Authentick Reasons, and infallible Arguments, proving that those wicked Incendiaries that have been, and now are resident about the King, ought to suffer condigne punishment. As having been the Opposers of true Reformation, the Occasioners of the slaughtering of many thousands of Gods Children, fighting for His Cause, as also of the impoverishing His Majesties Honour, and the impoverishment of this Kingdome. By S. S. [i.e. Samuel Sheppard] |
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GOD and MAMMON, A Poem.
Thou whom I doe desire to serve and fear,
Although the flesh, the spirit over-bear,
Assist my purpose, and inspire my minde,
That for to urge thy glory is inclin'd.
Although the flesh, the spirit over-bear,
Assist my purpose, and inspire my minde,
That for to urge thy glory is inclin'd.
Since some that wittie are onely in ill
Incited by the Fiend, have dipt their quil
in gall of Asps, reviling those that be
Zealous both for their Countrey and for Thee:
How are the good then bound to vindicate
Their Countreys lovers, damne degenerate?
Incited by the Fiend, have dipt their quil
in gall of Asps, reviling those that be
Zealous both for their Countrey and for Thee:
How are the good then bound to vindicate
Their Countreys lovers, damne degenerate?
And thou of whom vain Aulicus doth tell
Thy borrowed name, saying thou dost not spell
As't ought to be, let him, and all the frie
Read this thy praise, whom thus I justifie.
Thy borrowed name, saying thou dost not spell
As't ought to be, let him, and all the frie
Read this thy praise, whom thus I justifie.
If in few words, great substance to include,
If to exclaime without words base and rude
If neatly so to pull a visard from
An Hyocrite, he may still think it on,
Or if a subject poor, of it selfe base,
With phrases eloquent to adorne and grace;
Or in a sweet Satyrick vain to lash,
Better then ere flow'd from the quill of Nash.
Those worthy of reproof, or if to show
The people each week what they ought to know.
If to exclaime without words base and rude
If neatly so to pull a visard from
An Hyocrite, he may still think it on,
Or if a subject poor, of it selfe base,
With phrases eloquent to adorne and grace;
Or in a sweet Satyrick vain to lash,
Better then ere flow'd from the quill of Nash.
Those worthy of reproof, or if to show
The people each week what they ought to know.
Be worthy honour then BRITANICUS,
Thou wilt be hudg'd by all ingenious,
Whose sharpened pen hath pierc'd the enemy
As deep as the pikes of our Calvarie:
Whose fluent lines have done the State more good,
Then if that twenty thousand men had stood
In Armes, and for them fought, against all those
Who have inspir'd by Satan, basely chose,
To fight against themselves, and to bring on
The dire effect of their confusion.
Thou wilt be hudg'd by all ingenious,
Whose sharpened pen hath pierc'd the enemy
As deep as the pikes of our Calvarie:
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Then if that twenty thousand men had stood
In Armes, and for them fought, against all those
Who have inspir'd by Satan, basely chose,
To fight against themselves, and to bring on
The dire effect of their confusion.
Children of Belial, ô Degenerate,
Whom your posterity will justly hate:
They'l say, Had all been of our fathers minde
We should not these great priviledges finde:
The Lordly Tyrants, Bishops, I should say,
Would still have, triumpht ore us, and bore sway
Who while they thousands, yeerly vainly spent,
Another Pastor let live one the rent,
Of ten pounds yeerly, while his wife and hee
Oft made their meal, of Berries on the tree,
And did rejoyce, thinking they well did fare
If a sheeps entrails, fell unto their share,
While my good Lord stretching him on his bed
Could scarcely breath, cause dainties, erst he fed
And gorg'd too much on, we had still been slaves
To those spruce Lawyers, who unto the graves
Send many a wealthy man in homely guize
Cause ore his purse, while they did tyrannize
Some seven yeers space, while he about some brawle
Because his Neighbours Dog, pass'd by his stall
Would prosecute. They leave him nought but care
Which with him, in the earths wombe buried are
Under an Arbitrary Government:
We now our weary lives had moning spent.
Therefore all honour, laud and prayse be given
Unto those worthy Patriots, who from Heaven
Inspir'd, the Sword defensive draw, and make
Gods enemies, and his Anointeds quake:
Which he will finde I hope, and cleerly see,
When the eys of his mind opened be.
Whom your posterity will justly hate:
They'l say, Had all been of our fathers minde
We should not these great priviledges finde:
The Lordly Tyrants, Bishops, I should say,
Would still have, triumpht ore us, and bore sway
Who while they thousands, yeerly vainly spent,
Another Pastor let live one the rent,
Of ten pounds yeerly, while his wife and hee
Oft made their meal, of Berries on the tree,
And did rejoyce, thinking they well did fare
If a sheeps entrails, fell unto their share,
While my good Lord stretching him on his bed
Could scarcely breath, cause dainties, erst he fed
And gorg'd too much on, we had still been slaves
To those spruce Lawyers, who unto the graves
Send many a wealthy man in homely guize
Cause ore his purse, while they did tyrannize
Some seven yeers space, while he about some brawle
Because his Neighbours Dog, pass'd by his stall
Would prosecute. They leave him nought but care
Which with him, in the earths wombe buried are
Under an Arbitrary Government:
We now our weary lives had moning spent.
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Unto those worthy Patriots, who from Heaven
Inspir'd, the Sword defensive draw, and make
Gods enemies, and his Anointeds quake:
Which he will finde I hope, and cleerly see,
When the eys of his mind opened be.
In the mean time, forbear, you foul-mouth'd crew,
Your venemous poyson, any more to spew,
Which doth infect the ayre, against whose good
Who onely of true zeal, would spill your bloud,
And sacrifice your lives, rather then see,
Gods worship mingled with impurity,
No marvell such a deep discent there is
Twixt you and us, for those that live amisse,
“Cannot eudure but to the death, do hate
“Or those that to Gods word, their minds elevate,
Nor can we you abide I mean your sin
The which you do affect, and wallow in
Nor care we for commerce with such as you
In heavenly merchandize, though we cann't eschew
Your fellowship in matters of our trade
Unlesse we were as the immortall made,
God Mammon and the great Jehovah cann't be serv'd
At once, he that would do it, still hath swerv'd
Or what, or where, he was, could scarcely tell
Untill alas he found himself in Hell
Me thinks the wondrous hand, of God so plain
And so perspicuous, should make you refrain,
Do you not see where ere our Armies goe
They break and rout the forces of the foe,
Led by that valiant worthy whose great Name
Shall equall Cæsars, in renowned fame:
And his great Acts fighting Gods battails shall
Be sung in lofty verse Heroicall,
By some great Poet; of more knowledge tho,
Then that Meonian, sung Troys overthrow:
Yee Muses Sonnes who have drunk of that well,
Where the thrice three sacred inspirers dwell,
That were a taske, a subject of great worth,
Fairfax renowned acts to blazon forth,
Who veni, vidi, vici still hath said,
And I hope will, till all Gods foes dismaid,
Or else cut off, not one surviving live,
God to oppose, and those that for him strive.
Your venemous poyson, any more to spew,
Which doth infect the ayre, against whose good
Who onely of true zeal, would spill your bloud,
And sacrifice your lives, rather then see,
Gods worship mingled with impurity,
No marvell such a deep discent there is
Twixt you and us, for those that live amisse,
“Cannot eudure but to the death, do hate
“Or those that to Gods word, their minds elevate,
Nor can we you abide I mean your sin
The which you do affect, and wallow in
Nor care we for commerce with such as you
In heavenly merchandize, though we cann't eschew
Your fellowship in matters of our trade
Unlesse we were as the immortall made,
God Mammon and the great Jehovah cann't be serv'd
At once, he that would do it, still hath swerv'd
Or what, or where, he was, could scarcely tell
Untill alas he found himself in Hell
Me thinks the wondrous hand, of God so plain
And so perspicuous, should make you refrain,
Do you not see where ere our Armies goe
They break and rout the forces of the foe,
Led by that valiant worthy whose great Name
Shall equall Cæsars, in renowned fame:
And his great Acts fighting Gods battails shall
Be sung in lofty verse Heroicall,
By some great Poet; of more knowledge tho,
Then that Meonian, sung Troys overthrow:
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Where the thrice three sacred inspirers dwell,
That were a taske, a subject of great worth,
Fairfax renowned acts to blazon forth,
Who veni, vidi, vici still hath said,
And I hope will, till all Gods foes dismaid,
Or else cut off, not one surviving live,
God to oppose, and those that for him strive.
But shall those wicked Machinators be
Pardoned, that were horrid immunitie?
Shall those that have with sugered sayings led
A gentle Prince from State, and fostered
That dam'd unknown designe of bringing in
The power abhor'd, of that same man of sin?
Shall they that have occasioned the death,
And with your own hands some have reft the breath
Of many of Gods Saints that for him stood,
And for to buy his glory sold their bloud;
That have this flowry Mead, this glorious Isle
Made drunk with her own native bloud the while:
Her surface lies untild, those stately Towers
Which erst adorn'd her, now turn'd into bowers
Of trees, under whose shade the Deer do play
Shall these after these mischiefe wrought I say
Be tane to favour and admitted be
For to enjoy the same tranquility
That erst they did, before the bloudy minde
Forc'd them to action, be not you inclin'd,
You sacred Senate, Englands Patriots and
The props that stay up this declining Land:
Let them not taste of mercie I implore,
Your Worthy Selves, but as they heretofore,
Made others under heavie preasures rore
So let those Adonibezeks feel the smart
Which cruell they to others did impart,
So shall you crown with justice your great deeds,
And good which to set down my skill exceeds.
'Twould be a taske for Solon, were that Sage
On earth to walke in divine equipage,
With Homers muse to sing to after times
Your Nobles deeds for us in learned rimes,
Could Satan and his agents utmost might
Have daunted you, what an Egyptian night,
what darknesse to be felt, had we sustain'd,
The Triple Crown of late by Austria maim'd:
Had plaid Rex ore us and the Gospel sweet
Of Jesus Christ been trodden under feet,
O that my might, were equall to my will
That quickning Numbers flowing from my quill,
I might lay ope to all, the thank they ow
To you their Patriots, whence the good doth flow,
The ancient Romans, severall crowns did give
To those that for their countries, safety strove
As some of Bay and some of Myrtle true
But all of them belong to each of you
Your names inscrib'd, on the bed-role of fame;
Ages to come when mentioning the same,
Shall with Pythagoras opinion were
Authentick, and their souls their flesh might beare
Unto eternity, that so they might
As well as we enjoy the subjects right.
O you that are averse to your own good,
That 'gainst your mother opposite have stood,
Your fact and sin, in it is wondrous great,
I wish you may repent, and grace intreat.
Great God whose hand, immediat hand hath wrought
By whom and through whom onely we have brought
Our foes to crouch, to those that honour thee
And hast fulfilld, the sacred prophecie
That the unjust, unto the good shall stoop;
And though that for a time the righteous droop
Thou wilt not fail, nor mercy wilt with-hold
This we have found, and other manifold
Infinite favours, we thee pray go on
Finish the work, thou hast so well begun
That all the Nations of the earth may know
By thee alone we great and good do grow
As in England, so in Ireland make
Those that walk contrary to feare and quake
Those bloudy barbarous rebels make to fall
By those that hate their ways Atheisticall,
Papisticall I mean, but now let all
Make use of this heare all in generall
They that doth not set helping hand Perdie
For to subdue Gods foes, Gods curse will lie
On their curst selves, and their posterity.
The time is come I hope, we shall behold
Christ being sheepherd, onely one sheepfold
That we unanimously may enter in
The place of glory where joys, aye begin.
Pardoned, that were horrid immunitie?
Shall those that have with sugered sayings led
A gentle Prince from State, and fostered
That dam'd unknown designe of bringing in
The power abhor'd, of that same man of sin?
Shall they that have occasioned the death,
And with your own hands some have reft the breath
Of many of Gods Saints that for him stood,
And for to buy his glory sold their bloud;
That have this flowry Mead, this glorious Isle
Made drunk with her own native bloud the while:
Her surface lies untild, those stately Towers
Which erst adorn'd her, now turn'd into bowers
Of trees, under whose shade the Deer do play
Shall these after these mischiefe wrought I say
Be tane to favour and admitted be
For to enjoy the same tranquility
That erst they did, before the bloudy minde
Forc'd them to action, be not you inclin'd,
You sacred Senate, Englands Patriots and
The props that stay up this declining Land:
Let them not taste of mercie I implore,
Your Worthy Selves, but as they heretofore,
Made others under heavie preasures rore
So let those Adonibezeks feel the smart
Which cruell they to others did impart,
So shall you crown with justice your great deeds,
And good which to set down my skill exceeds.
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On earth to walke in divine equipage,
With Homers muse to sing to after times
Your Nobles deeds for us in learned rimes,
Could Satan and his agents utmost might
Have daunted you, what an Egyptian night,
what darknesse to be felt, had we sustain'd,
The Triple Crown of late by Austria maim'd:
Had plaid Rex ore us and the Gospel sweet
Of Jesus Christ been trodden under feet,
O that my might, were equall to my will
That quickning Numbers flowing from my quill,
I might lay ope to all, the thank they ow
To you their Patriots, whence the good doth flow,
The ancient Romans, severall crowns did give
To those that for their countries, safety strove
As some of Bay and some of Myrtle true
But all of them belong to each of you
Your names inscrib'd, on the bed-role of fame;
Ages to come when mentioning the same,
Shall with Pythagoras opinion were
Authentick, and their souls their flesh might beare
Unto eternity, that so they might
As well as we enjoy the subjects right.
O you that are averse to your own good,
That 'gainst your mother opposite have stood,
Your fact and sin, in it is wondrous great,
I wish you may repent, and grace intreat.
Great God whose hand, immediat hand hath wrought
By whom and through whom onely we have brought
Our foes to crouch, to those that honour thee
And hast fulfilld, the sacred prophecie
That the unjust, unto the good shall stoop;
And though that for a time the righteous droop
Thou wilt not fail, nor mercy wilt with-hold
This we have found, and other manifold
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Finish the work, thou hast so well begun
That all the Nations of the earth may know
By thee alone we great and good do grow
As in England, so in Ireland make
Those that walk contrary to feare and quake
Those bloudy barbarous rebels make to fall
By those that hate their ways Atheisticall,
Papisticall I mean, but now let all
Make use of this heare all in generall
They that doth not set helping hand Perdie
For to subdue Gods foes, Gods curse will lie
On their curst selves, and their posterity.
The time is come I hope, we shall behold
Christ being sheepherd, onely one sheepfold
That we unanimously may enter in
The place of glory where joys, aye begin.
People of England, lift their hands on high,
And thank the great All-seeing Majesty
That hath given vigour to our armies so
That they few foes have left to overthrow
That not the twentieth man survives to fight
Against Gods cause, that those were opposite,
And have occasioned, these bloudy wars
Have wrought, their own orethrow by their own jars:
But be not you elated, nor this say
By our own strength, we have wrought our foes decay,
But rather thus, the power for whom we fought
Our own, hands ayding, hath to ruine brought
Our enemies, then let's be undismaid,
Sing Panegyricks, unto him doth aide
Those that trust in him, they that him oppose
Cause their own ruine, and themselves do lose.
And thank the great All-seeing Majesty
That hath given vigour to our armies so
That they few foes have left to overthrow
That not the twentieth man survives to fight
Against Gods cause, that those were opposite,
And have occasioned, these bloudy wars
Have wrought, their own orethrow by their own jars:
But be not you elated, nor this say
By our own strength, we have wrought our foes decay,
But rather thus, the power for whom we fought
Our own, hands ayding, hath to ruine brought
Our enemies, then let's be undismaid,
Sing Panegyricks, unto him doth aide
Those that trust in him, they that him oppose
Cause their own ruine, and themselves do lose.
The End
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