A Diurnall of Dangers VVherein are manifested and brought to light, many great and unheard of Discoveries. To the Admiration of all who have Eares to heare, or strong hearts to endure. Found out and Published in the Yeare of Just Jealousies, Apparant Plots, Fatall Feares, And Single Securities. VVritten by T. J. [i.e. Thomas Jordan] |
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The
world is all but madnesse,
Then why are we confined
To live by Law, and lie in straw,
With hunger almost pined?
Then why are we confined
To live by Law, and lie in straw,
With hunger almost pined?
But then give me way
Take my locks, take my bolts off,
Wee'le be free as they be,
who keepe such state, that none dare prate,
Yet are as mad as may be.
Take my locks, take my bolts off,
Wee'le be free as they be,
who keepe such state, that none dare prate,
Yet are as mad as may be.
The State is in distraction;
Can any man deny it?
But her's the curse attends it worse,
Ther's none can make it quiet.
Can any man deny it?
But her's the curse attends it worse,
Ther's none can make it quiet.
Then give, &c.
The Trojan Siege was tedious,
I'th' dayes of old King Priam,
The sword did stand in the mad mans hand,
Who was as mad as I am.
I'th' dayes of old King Priam,
The sword did stand in the mad mans hand,
Who was as mad as I am.
Then give, &c.
To armes I heare the drum beat,
Let me my Captains pay have:
Why should they goe and leave me so?
I have as much cause as they have.
Let me my Captains pay have:
Why should they goe and leave me so?
I have as much cause as they have.
Then give, &c.
Alas ther's none obeyes me,
'Tis power prevails on all things:
The World is bad, and dangerous mad,
Whilst we lye here for small things.
'Tis power prevails on all things:
The World is bad, and dangerous mad,
Whilst we lye here for small things.
Then let me stay,
Keepe the doores, let me sleepe here.
Abroad I shall be sadder,
Should I but goe, they'le use me so,
I feare 'twill make me madder.
Keepe the doores, let me sleepe here.
Abroad I shall be sadder,
Should I but goe, they'le use me so,
I feare 'twill make me madder.
With this conclusion all was quiet, and thus ends this weekes disasters
with the strange remedies; thinke of them, and let it be a faire
warning to us. Farewell.
FINIS.
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