THE APRENTICES ADVICE TO THE XII. BISHOPS lately accused of High Treason, by the Honourable Assemblies of both Houses.
With Our friendly admonition, to take heed how they falsely Accuse those innocent Worthies in Parliament, whose lives are more deare to us then all the 25. Prelates, though they were hang'd together.
Printed in the new yeare of the Bishops scare, Anno Dom. 1642.
THE APRENTICES ADVICE TO THE XII. BISHOPS, lately accused of high Treason, by the honourable Assemblies of both HOUSES.
1.
THou, thou wert the cause, proud
Io. Eborac
Why the fell Courtiers did us hew and hack;
By him on thee our blood aveng'd shall be,
Begining of thy fall, who lets us see.
2.
What thou on us dost charge,
(Thomas Durisme)
It's true in thee, thou second of that scisme,
Which is so great, that cur'd we thall not see;
Till thou by sword of justice out off be.
3. 4.
After soules and bodies blood,
Robt Co. Lich.
You thirsted; and so did you
Ios. Norwich;
Most pious men were object of your hate,
Your mischiefe
God turnes on your trayterous pate.
5. 6.
You two
Io. Asaphen, Guil. Ba. and
Wells,
In whom a couple of base spirits dwells;
Our muse doth tell you, for your trayterous geer,
You and your brood, are like to pay full deare.
7.
I'th heart o'th Treason, now comes
Geo. Hereford,
No tongue or pen, his basenesse can record.
8.
And next comes he, who will, (who dare,
Rob. Oxon.
Of their nature bruitish, and) bid A-pox on
All Puritans, i'th
Parliament and
Citie,
Thirsting to see their blood, without all pitty.
9.
Ma. Ely doth exceed the rest in Letchery,
Yet doth but equalize them in their treachery:
(For Letchery, Trechery, Popery, Pride,
Our sordid Prelates scorne to be out vi'de.
10. 11. 12,
Godf Gonc. Jo. Peterburg. Mor. L. Landaff.
You three like drunkards will carouse and quaff;
And in your healths, upon your cursed knee,
Wish the confusion of all
Scots to see.
Goe twelve Apostates (not Apostles) view,
Your Arch
Guil. Cant. the head o'th damned crew,
Who hath his King, Country, and State betray'd,
And to be hang'd with you, hath so long stayd,
Now lay your knavish pates i'th Tower together,
And while you have time, do but consider whether,
It be not best your Treason to confesse,
With all your plots, and acts of wickednesse,
That mercy finde with
God, and man you may;
Before your mouldering corps returne to clay:
Meane while, stop your soule mouthes, & do not ly,
Saying for want of you Sects multiply.
Whereas by your curs'd meanes, they do increase,
And will do, (while you live) in every place,
For when in you, poore folk such Treason spie,
And in your waies such basenesse they do eye,
Alas, (say they) Non wise will be content,
T'abide under such miscreants government:
To any Sect we joyned sure will be
Before wee'l yeeld to Prelats tyrany.
How is the justice of great
Jove dilated,
And Prelates mischiefe now retaliated?
The
Scots by them must counted trayters be,
Prelats (not
Scots) are trayters now we see:
Oh height of pride! oh unheard of impudence,
Your King and State, how would you recompence?
Must all the Lawes made without you be Null?
Of pride and — of what not, are you so full?
And so big swolne? that now you needs must vent
To blow up by a trick the
Parliament?
You brats of
Babylon, must you be King?
Made without you, must no Lawes be? a thing
The Noble
Peeres and
Commons ner'e will brook,
Into your wiles more narrowly they'l look:
You spawne of
Rome, how could you do this evill,
Vnlesse you acted were, even by the Devill?
Let
Prelates then by
Prentices of
London
Advised be, or else they are but undone.
Vnfainedly your trayterous deeds repent,
Else as your bodies now toth'
Tower are sent,
So will your soules ere long be sent to Hell,
With
Iudas, Garnet, Graunt, and
Faux to dwell,
Which shall (with all the rest) tormented be,
In Hellish woes, to all eternity.
But stay, we
Prentices have one word more,
To charge upon this brood o'th scarlet whore;
The limbs of Antichrist, the Sonnes of Hell;
Who do the powder traytors paralell:
Chieffy in this, their damned treachery,
Vpon the Puritans must father'd be:
The like do these by this their hellish reach,
The worthies of the
Parliament t'impeach
With treason. Impudent and brasen faces,
How durst you lay on them such foule disgraces?
The wretch that spake it first, did he not feare,
To swallow him up quick, the earth would teare.
Peace chattering Meg-pies, peace, & cease to chatter,
In these brave spirits lodgeth other matter;
These are blest Saints, these stand for Kingdoms good
In their blest veines there runs no trayterous blood;
There doth in their true hearts no treason dwell,
To trayters they are like as heaven to hell;
They adventure their lives for us, we see,
And (as
In the Pro
[...]estation.
wee'ar sworne) the like for them will we,First hyems gellid Ice like fire shall burne,
And blustering
Borias to due returne,
And m
[...]ssy stones to plumid wings betake,
E're
Prentices these Worthies will forsake.
Finis & Funis.