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             The complaint of time against the tumultuous and rebellious Scots Sharply inveighing against them (as most justly they deserve) this yeare, 1639. by W.S.
             Saltonstall, Wye, fl. 1630-1640.
          
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           THE
           COMPLAINT
           OF
           TIME
           Against
           the
           tumultuous
           and
           Rebellious
           Scots
           .
        
         
           Sharpely
           inveighing
           against
           them
           (
           as
           most
           justly
           they
           deserve
           )
           this
           yeare
           ,
           1639.
           
        
         
           By
           W.
           S.
           
        
         
         
           LONDON
           Printed
           by
           
             B.
             A.
          
           and
           
             T.
             F.
          
           for
           
             Richard
             Harper
          
           in
           Smithfield
           ,
           at
           the
           Bible
           and
           Harpe
           .
           1639.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           Grounds
           and
           Reasons
           of
           Times
           Complaint
           against
           the
           Rebellious
           Scots
           .
        
         
           THis
           Land
           (
           God
           be
           thanked
           )
           is
           blest
           in
           the
           happy
           Government
           of
           a
           most
           gracious
           King
           ,
           against
           whom
           in
           despight
           of
           Mercy
           divers
           aff●onts
           have
           lately
           beene
           offerd
           by
           the
           Rebellions
           Scots
           ,
           who
           under
           pretence
           of
           Religion
           would
           ouerthrow
           the
           Hierarchy
           of
           the
           Church
           ,
           pulling
           downe
           the
           house
           of
           God
           ,
           and
           building
           Babels
           of
           their
           owne
           invention
           ,
           and
           man'd
           with
           this
           furious
           zeale
           ,
           they
           have
           raised
           great
           forces
           ,
           and
           stand
           ready
           armed
           in
           the
           Field
           to
           resist
           the
           head
           of
           the
           Church
           in
           his
           Dominions
           our
           most
           gracious
           King
           CHARLES
           ;
           Time
           therefore
           hearing
           how
           these
           bold
           Attempts
           under
           the
           Title
           of
           Covenanters
           bad
           acted
           many
           outrages
           ,
           entrencht
           vpon
           the
           Kings
           Soveraigne
           power
           ,
           and
           have
           hitherto
           neglected
           and
           slighted
           his
           Royall
           authority
           ;
           therefore
           in
           this
           complaint
           of
           Time
           some
           reasons
           are
           laid
           downe
           .
           For
           the
           Chronicles
           of
           this
           Land
           due
           witnesse
           that
           Rebels
           have
           beene
           alwayes
           overthrowne
           in
           their
           designes
           ,
           and
           at
           last
           met
           with
           a
           deserved
           Death
           .
           Thus
           Mortimer
           who
           rebelled
           against
           King
           Edward
           the
           second
           ,
           and
           violently
           tooke
           away
           his
           Queene
           ,
           was
           afterwards
           himselfe
           taken
           and
           beheaded
           .
           Also
           those
           rude
           mechannicke
           Rebels
           that
           were
           led
           under
           the
           conduct
           of
           
             Watt
             Tiler
             ,
             Tom
             Miller
          
           ,
           and
           
             Iack
             Strae
          
           made
           a
           great
           tumultuous
           vproare
           in
           Kent
           and
           Essex
           ,
           untill
           Sir
           
             William
             Walworth
          
           than
           Lord
           Mayor
           of
           London
           did
           with
           his
           Dagger
           stabbe
           
             Iacke
             Straw
          
           in
           Smith-field
           ,
           whereupon
           the
           Dagger
           was
           set
           in
           the
           Armes
           of
           London
           .
           The
           rebellion
           for
           
             Perkin
             Warbek
          
           was
           soone
           disanimated
           ,
           and
           the
           Imposture
           discovered
           ,
           and
           so
           likewise
           
             Iack
             Cade
          
           and
           his
           associates
           were
           soone
           confounded
           and
           overthrowne
           ,
           and
           punished
           according
           to
           their
           Deserts
           .
           And
           thus
           Rebellion
           is
           like
           that
           
             Ignis
             fatuus
          
           or
           that
           phantastick
           apparition
           of
           fire
           ,
           which
           running
           under
           hedges
           doth
           affright
           Country-people
           ,
           but
           having
           blazed
           a
           while
           ,
           it
           is
           soone
           dissipated
           and
           extinguished
           .
           The
           Scots
           therefore
           cannot
           promise
           to
           themselves
           any
           better
           fortune
           than
           their
           rebellious
           Predecessours
           ,
           who
           were
           soone
           scatter'd
           and
           confounded
           ,
           and
           their
           leaders
           received
           condigne
           punishment
           .
           If
           therefore
           any
           precise
           Humorist
           that
           accounts
           himselfe
           a
           transcendant
           Protestant
           ,
           and
           a
           Goliah
           in
           Religion
           ▪
           when
           indeed
           he
           is
           an
           Hypocriticall
           Puritane
           ,
           if
           any
           such
           doe
           thinke
           the
           complaint
           of
           Time
           against
           the
           Scots
           is
           too
           Satyricall
           ▪
           I
           would
           have
           him
           know
           ,
           that
           the
           Rebellion
           of
           the
           Scots
           as
           it
           is
           haynous
           in
           its
           owne
           nature
           ,
           and
           deserves
           a
           sharpe
           vindication
           and
           revenge
           ,
           so
           it
           also
           hath
           cast
           an
           aspersion
           vpon
           Time
           ,
           for
           both
           the
           City
           and
           Country
           doe
           find
           fault
           ,
           that
           it
           is
           a
           very
           hard
           ,
           dangerous
           and
           doubtfull
           Time.
           And
           some
           in
           regard
           of
           this
           unnaturall
           Rebellion
           say
           ,
           Time
           declines
           and
           growes
           worse
           ,
           and
           that
           many
           discentions
           ,
           Divisions
           and
           Rebellions
           shall
           happen
           in
           the
           old
           Age
           of
           Time
           ,
           unto
           all
           which
           accusations
           Time
           doth
           make
           answere
           with
           one
           old
           ancient
           Verse
           ▪
        
         
           
             
               Conscia
               mens
               recti
               famae
               mendacia
               ridat
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               The
               Conscience
               that
               is
               cleere
               from
               spot
               or
               stayne
               ,
            
             
               Laughs
               at
               the
               false
               reports
               of
               flying
               Fame
               .
            
             
               Time
               did
               not
               cause
               the
               Scots
               rebellious
               factions
               ,
            
             
               Which
               breaking
               forth
               in
               
                 Time
                 ,
                 Time
              
               blames
               their
               Actions
               .
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           THE
           COMPLAINT
           OF
           Time
           against
           the
           tumultuous
           and
           rebellious
           SCOTS
           .
           
             Anno
             Dom.
          
           1639.
           
        
         
           
             AGe
             now
             hath
             silver'd
             ore
             the
             haires
             of
             Time
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             I
             am
             growne
             old
             ,
             so
             I
             decline
          
           
             In
             native
             goodnes
             ,
             else
             what
             frantick
             moode
          
           
             Could
             make
             the
             Scots
             so
             prodigall
             of
             their
             blood
          
           
             To
             staine
             their
             honour
             by
             the
             Imputation
          
           
             Of
             tempting
             their
             King
             to
             high
             Indignation
          
           
             By
             being
             Sonnes
             of
             tumult
             and
             of
             thunder
             ?
          
           
             Time
             grieves
             for
             them
             ,
             and
             shooke
             with
             holy
             wonder
          
           
             Admires
             what
             Genius
             leades
             them
             on
             to
             be
          
           
             Revolters
             against
             sacred
             Majestie
             ,
          
           
             Why
             they
             had
             best
             attempt
             if
             they
             thinke
             good
          
           
             To
             prove
             themselves
             of
             the
             Gygantick
             brood
          
           
             Pelion
             on
             Ossa
             hurling
             up
             againe
             ,
          
           
             So
             to
             invade
             the
             high
             Olimpian
             name
          
           
             Of
             love
             ;
             for
             whether
             wont
             their
             boldnesse
             presse
             ?
          
           
             Vnlesse
             the
             just
             Revenger
             send
             redresse
             .
          
           
             Time
             needs
             not
             heere
             from
             his
             owne
             height
             descend
          
           
             As
             to
             make
             answere
             to
             what
             they
             pretend
          
           
             In
             frivolous
             objections
             ,
             for
             what
             pretence
          
           
             Can
             heaven
             allow
             them
             for
             their
             bold
             offence
             ?
          
           
           
             What
             have
             they
             made
             such
             a
             strange
             Scrutiny
          
           
             That
             none
             but
             they
             have
             found
             Divinity
             ?
          
           
             Or
             have
             they
             fanci'd
             to
             themselves
             abstractions
          
           
             Of
             Angels
             zeale
             set
             forth
             in
             divelish
             actions
             ?
          
           
             Will
             they
             allow
             unto
             the
             King
             of
             Heaven
          
           
             No
             Ceremonies
             which
             are
             duly
             given
          
           
             Vnto
             his
             Majesty
             ,
             but
             will
             bluntly
             fall
          
           
             Without
             Ceremony
             to
             rebellion
             all
             ,
          
           
             Must
             they
             needs
             teare
             the
             Miter
             from
             the
             head
          
           
             Of
             Bishops
             ;
             what
             Antipathy
             is
             bred
          
           
             Within
             that
             Land
             which
             doth
             on
             England
             border
          
           
             That
             they
             should
             seeke
             equality
             of
             disorder
             ?
          
           
             Which
             alwayes
             tends
             to
             ruine
             ,
             Nature
             makes
          
           
             In
             all
             her
             workes
             a
             resemblance
             of
             Estates
             ,
          
           
             The
             peacefull
             Bees
             have
             Kings
             ,
             the
             Waspes
             have
             none
             ,
          
           
             They
             onely
             buzze
             ,
             and
             sting
             ,
             and
             so
             are
             gone
             ;
          
           
             Most
             perfect
             Creatures
             have
             the
             truest
             sence
          
           
             Of
             Soveraignty
             and
             true
             obedience
             ;
          
           
             The
             Hierarchy
             of
             Angels
             still
             doe
             cry
          
           
             All
             prayse
             and
             honour
             be
             to
             God
             on
             high
          
           
             Whom
             they
             obey
             ,
             and
             government
             on
             Earth
          
           
             From
             Heaven
             had
             originall
             and
             birth
             .
          
           
             And
             would
             the
             Scots
             thinke
             by
             their
             furious
             rage
             .
          
           
             To
             turne
             the
             world
             into
             a
             golden
             Age
          
           
             As
             in
             the
             Infancy
             of
             Time
             ?
             Yet
             then
          
           
             Saturne
             did
             raigne
             ,
             and
             was
             obey'd
             by
             men
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Iupiter
             the
             ancient
             world
             sway'd
          
           
             Whose
             Soveraignty
             was
             generally
             obey'd
             ;
          
           
             And
             Time
             that
             measures
             out
             the
             workes
             of
             nature
          
           
             From
             the
             first
             being
             of
             a
             formed
             Creature
          
           
             To
             thee
             not
             being
             ,
             was
             at
             first
             created
          
           
             By
             the
             King
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             and
             my
             power
             is
             dated
          
           
           
             And
             whatsoever
             is
             his
             great
             Decree
          
           
             I
             must
             therein
             obey
             his
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             But
             since
             the
             Giants
             warres
             I
             was
             not
             tooke
          
           
             With
             greater
             feare
             ,
             nor
             with
             more
             horrour
             strooke
          
           
             Then
             when
             lowd
             Fame
             did
             bring
             unto
             my
             Eares
          
           
             The
             Scots
             attempt
             ;
             I
             drown'd
             my
             cheekes
             with
             teares
          
           
             And
             wisht
             that
             I
             my
             Patent
             might
             resigne
          
           
             Before
             the
             world
             should
             say
             that
             aged
             Time
          
           
             Had
             thus
             produc'd
             by
             the
             seeds
             of
             dissention
          
           
             An
             armed
             brood
             of
             men
             sprung
             from
             contention
          
           
             That
             in
             despight
             of
             mercy
             will
             proceed
          
           
             To
             court
             their
             ruine
             ,
             and
             desire
             to
             bleed
             .
          
           
             Is
             there
             a
             Plurisie
             ,
             and
             an
             excesse
          
           
             In
             Spirituall
             matters
             that
             must
             find
             redresse
          
           
             By
             such
             a
             cruell
             salve
             ?
             or
             doth
             the
             Sword
          
           
             More
             mercy
             then
             is
             vsuall
             now
             afford
             ?
          
           
             And
             not
             cut
             off
             ill
             members
             ,
             will
             it
             spare
          
           
             Those
             who
             in
             deepe
             affronts
             engaged
             are
          
           
             Against
             their
             Soveraigne
             ?
             who
             did
             wooe
             them
             long
          
           
             By
             mercy
             which
             was
             powerfull
             and
             strong
          
           
             To
             conquer
             good
             minds
             ,
             but
             when
             his
             Grace
             found
          
           
             That
             Balme
             of
             mercy
             could
             not
             cure
             the
             wound
             ,
          
           
             Then
             our
             dread
             Soveraigne
             mindfull
             of
             his
             cause
             ,
          
           
             Went
             downe
             against
             those
             that
             did
             flight
             his
             lawes
          
           
             Arm'd
             with
             his
             Iustice
             full
             of
             powerfull
             dread
          
           
             For
             Kings
             have
             Iron
             hands
             ,
             though
             feete
             of
             Lead
             .
          
           
             Now
             heaven
             protect
             him
             ,
             Time
             on
             aged
             knees
          
           
             Prayes
             that
             these
             waspes
             which
             scorne
             the
             obedient
             Bees
          
           
             Though
             they
             are
             gathered
             into
             mighty
             swarmes
          
           
             Yet
             may
             bee
             all
             compell'd
             by
             force
             of
             Arm●s
          
           
             To
             yeeld
             their
             stubborne
             neckes
             ,
             let
             Angels
             drive
          
           
             These
             waspes
             away
             out
             of
             the
             Churches
             Hive
             .
          
           
           
             Who
             bring
             no
             honey
             ,
             but
             have
             often
             stung
          
           
             Their
             Mother
             with
             contentions
             from
             them
             sprung
             .
          
           
             Time
             hath
             spoke
             liberally
             ,
             but
             now
             hee
             'le
             stay
          
           
             No
             correct
             himselfe
             ,
             for
             some
             perhaps
             will
             say
          
           
             That
             the
             Scots
             beare
             an
             earnest
             great
             affection
          
           
             Vnto
             my
             Daughter
             Truth
             ,
             by
             whose
             direction
          
           
             In
             her
             defence
             this
             furious
             course
             they
             take
          
           
             For
             Love
             of
             Truth
             through
             danger
             way
             doth
             make
             ,
          
           
             But
             they
             doe
             erre
             herein
             ,
             for
             my
             deere
             childe
          
           
             And
             Daughter
             Truth
             's
             by
             nature
             soft
             and
             milde
             .
          
           
             CHRIST
             was
             all
             Truth
             ,
             yet
             when
             hee
             came
             to
             wooe
          
           
             The
             world
             to
             Goodnesse
             ,
             and
             the
             way
             to
             shew
          
           
             Vnto
             all
             Truth
             the
             holy
             Angels
             then
          
           
             Sang
             Peace
             on
             Earth
             ,
             and
             Goodwill
             unto
             men
             .
          
           
             Can
             therefore
             tumult
             ,
             and
             the
             thundring
             Drum
          
           
             Speake
             in
             a
             language
             that
             may
             well
             become
          
           
             The
             wooers
             of
             faire
             Truth
             ?
             Or
             else
             transported
          
           
             Doe
             they
             imagine
             Truth
             can
             thus
             bee
             courted
             ?
          
           
             Me
             thinkes
             I
             see
             the
             Angels
             hide
             their
             faces
          
           
             And
             blush
             in
             angry
             zeale
             ,
             for
             their
             disgraces
          
           
             No
             thinke
             the
             Scots
             should
             thinke
             faire
             Truth
             to
             winne
          
           
             From
             her
             most
             just
             Defendor
             ,
             and
             her
             King.
          
           
             Me
             thinkes
             I
             see
             sad
             Truth
             kneele
             downe
             and
             speake
          
           
             Her
             wrongs
             against
             them
             who
             her
             Lawes
             doe
             breake
             ,
          
           
             Shee
             pleads
             for
             Mercy
             and
             doth
             plead
             againe
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             Oratory
             doth
             enflame
          
           
             The
             Kings
             most
             Royall
             brest
             ,
             then
             having
             got
          
           
             His
             Gracious
             favour
             ,
             shee
             tels
             him
             the
             Scot
          
           
             With
             many
             shewes
             of
             holinesse
             doth
             wooe
             her
             ,
          
           
             Pretends
             much
             inward
             zealous
             love
             unto
             her
          
           
             But
             yet
             doth
             mocke
             her
             with
             a
             smooth
             pretence
          
           
             Of
             Love
             to
             colour
             over
             his
             offence
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             then
             shee
             wishes
             shee
             may
             never
             know
          
           
             Heaven
             if
             Truth
             did
             bid
             them
             thus
             to
             goe
          
           
             In
             huddle
             into
             Armes
             ,
             for
             Truth
             sayes
             shee
          
           
             Loves
             and
             obeyes
             your
             Sacred
             Majestie
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             my
             Precepts
             say
             that
             Kings
             appeare
          
           
             Like
             Gods
             on
             Earth
             and
             his
             vice-Regents
             heere
             ;
          
           
             Then
             why
             should
             they
             the
             Truth
             and
             you
             abuse
          
           
             And
             fasten
             upon
             Truth
             a
             false
             excuse
             ?
          
           
             No
             't
             is
             their
             Pollicie
             that
             doth
             extend
          
           
             To
             use
             my
             Name
             to
             a
             prodigious
             end
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             veyle
             of
             Truth
             to
             hide
             and
             shrowd
          
           
             Their
             proud
             Ambition
             which
             walkes
             in
             a
             cloud
          
           
             And
             like
             a
             Piller
             of
             fire
             guides
             them
             on
          
           
             Into
             a
             Wildernesse
             of
             Rebellion
             .
          
           
             Thus
             would
             my
             Daughter
             Truth
             make
             her
             complaint
          
           
             'Gainst
             the
             tumultuous
             Scots
             that
             doe
             so
             vant
          
           
             In
             crying
             up
             her
             name
             ,
             when
             heaven
             knowes
          
           
             That
             Truth
             was
             never
             tooke
             with
             feyned
             showes
             .
          
           
             Bee
             dumbe
             night-Ravens
             then
             ,
             and
             doe
             not
             croake
          
           
             To
             piece
             up
             the
             alleageance
             you
             have
             broke
          
           
             With
             faire
             pretences
             ,
             for
             old
             Time
             doth
             know
          
           
             You
             have
             entrencht
             on
             Soveraignty
             ,
             and
             doe
             grow
          
           
             Gyants
             in
             your
             opinion
             ,
             being
             so
             given
          
           
             To
             furious
             zeale
             that
             you
             would
             invade
             Heaven
             ,
          
           
             Pluck
             Iupiter
             out
             of
             his
             Seate
             ,
             and
             all
          
           
             Of
             you
             would
             then
             be
             Gods
             in
             generall
             .
          
           
             And
             yet
             they
             are
             but
             shadowes
             you
             pretend
          
           
             While
             in
             substantiall
             matters
             you
             offend
          
           
             By
             fallacie
             joyning
             God
             and
             King
             together
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             will
             shew
             obedience
             unto
             neither
             ;
          
           
             There
             you
             devide
             the
             cause
             by
             your
             affection
          
           
             And
             distinguish
             of
             a
             limited
             subjection
             .
          
           
           
             Even
             Nature
             doth
             instruct
             that
             you
             should
             be
          
           
             Subject
             unto
             the
             power
             of
             Majestie
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             workes
             of
             nature
             seeme
             to
             speake
          
           
             Hee
             is
             a
             Rebell
             doth
             alleagiance
             breake
             .
          
           
             Then
             trust
             not
             to
             your selves
             ,
             though
             you
             are
             strong
             ,
          
           
             For
             Heaven
             will
             vindicate
             all
             Rebellion
             ,
          
           
             And
             Truth
             doth
             say
             of
             old
             ,
             No
             warres
             can
             bee
          
           
             Happie
             attempted
             against
             Soveraigntie
             .
          
           
             How
             dare
             you
             still
             persist
             ;
             Time
             bids
             pull
             downe
          
           
             Your
             baffling
             Flags
             ,
             and
             on
             your
             knees
             fall
             downe
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             your
             Colours
             let
             your
             blushing
             cheeke
          
           
             Display
             them
             ,
             while
             you
             doe
             for
             mercy
             seeke
             ;
          
           
             If
             not
             ,
             then
             Time
             doth
             bid
             you
             know
             bold
             Scots
             ,
          
           
             Your
             Vrne
             is
             turn'd
             ,
             and
             Fate
             hath
             shooke
             your
             lots
             ,
          
           
             You
             have
             betray'd
             your selves
             ,
             up
             English
             then
          
           
             And
             shew
             your
             courage
             against
             those
             contemne
          
           
             Heaven
             in
             their
             King
             ,
             O
             let
             not
             his
             great
             cause
          
           
             Suffer
             while
             they
             〈◊〉
             his
             power
             and
             Lawes
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
      
    
     
  

