On wings of feare, Finch flies away One paire of legges is worth two paire of hands: whirre. Alas poore Will, hee's forc'd to stay. Ide try the conclusion, were I out of these bands. Heigh-ho.

ON WINGS OF FEARE , Finch Flies away .

One paire of legges is worth two paire of hands : Whirre : ALAS Poore Will , Hee 's forc'd to stay .

I de try the conclusion , were I out of these bands . Heigh-ho . 1. REader , I know thou canst not choose but smile , To see a Bishop tide thus to a ring ? Yea , such a Princely prelate , that ere-while , Could three at once in Limbo patrum fling ; Suspend by hundreds where his worship pleas'd , And them that preach'd too oft ; by silence eas'd . 2. Made Lawes and Canons , like a King ( at least ) Devis'd new oaths ; forc'd men to sweare to lies ? Advanc'd his Lordly power 'bove all the rest ; And then our Lazie Priests began to rise ? But painfull Ministers , which plide their place With diligence ; went downe the wind apace . 3. Our honest round-heads to , then went to racke , The holy sisters into corners fled ; Coblers and Weavers preacht in Tubs ; for lacke Of better Pulpits ; with a Sack instead Of Pulpit-cloth , hung round in decent wise , All which the spirit did for their good devise . 4. Barnes , Cellers , Cole-holes , were their meeting-places , So sorely were these babes of Christ abus'd , Where he that most Church-government disgraces Is most esteem'd , and with most rev●rence us'd . It being their sole intent religiously To raile against the Bishops dignity . 5. Brother , saies one , what doe you thinke , I pray Of these proud Prelates , which so lofty are ? Truly , saies he , meere Antichrists are they . Thus as they par●e , before they be aware , Perhaps a Pursivant slips in behind , And makes 'em runne like hares before the wind , 6. Downe tumbles parson prick-eares , chaire and all , Making a noise , which frightens all the rest . Here two or three stand quivering close to th' wall . There halfe a score lie cram'd up in a chest , And though the Candles all extinguish'd were , A blind man easily might have smelt their feare , 7. Thus still the Bishop kept the Brownists short , And oftentimes was catcht beyond his bounds ; But if he were what man durst tax him for 't ? His very breath the silly wretch confounds : He quel'd 'em all ; to no man hee 'd shew favour ; But now hee 's bound ( yee see ) to 's good behaviour . 8. A yeere a gone 't ad beene a hanging matter ; T'avewrit ( nay spoke ) a word 'gainst little WILL ; But now the times are chang'd , men scorne to flatter : So much the worse for CANTVRBVRY still , For if that truth once come to rule the roast , No mar'le to see him tide up to a post . 9. His high-Commission kept us once in awe ; There men paid fees before they knew for what . Honest Lambe and Ducke could make it good by law , To squeese mens purses , when they look't too fat . But now your Master 's catch't , run Lamb fly Duck ; See , see , his Court 's pul'd down , and hee 's chain'd up . 10. By wicked counsels , faine he would have set The Scots and us together by the eares ; A Patriarks place , the Levite long'd to get , To sit bi th' Pope , in one of Peters chaires . A●d having dranke so deepe of Babels cup , Was it not time d' ee thinke to chaine him up ? 11. 'T was time , 't was time ; this is the generall cry ; And who alas can swim against the streame ? His corner Cap , me thinkes stands all awry ; His sleeves have lost both whitenesse and esteeme : All 's former honour's vanish'd , he displac'd . Thus is his grace , for want of grace , disgrac'd . 12. But stay what Bird 's that , flies away so fast ? O , t is a Goldfinch ; let him goe I pray , Something has frighted him , he makes such hast , Perhaps some snare was layd , to take away His life ; if so , wisely he did to flie On wings of safety , danger being so nigh . 13. 'T is thought he was a good Astronomer ; And did a storme fast comming on foresee ? Which made him , when the clouds began to appeare ? Into another place for shelter flee . O subtill Finch , 't is well he scaped is , His singing else had beene quite spoild ere this . 14. But here 's the spight ; one sheep breaks thorow th' hedge And makes a gap , to let out all the rest : Finch flowne , our other birds grew quickly fledge ; And all that could flie , thought that way the best . The Finch indeed lost more then all that fled , But who 'd not part with 's purse , to save his head . 15. Oh , had the Bishop beene as wise as he , He might have found a way to cure his care . Now sure he vexes , frets , and fumes to see How like a wretch he lies in sorrowes snare . And how his running friends eschew'd the danger . Whilst he stands tide up like an Asse toth ' manger . 16. In this fine Finch my Lord tooke great delight , Ere now they 've sung harmonious notes together . But ●un shine daies are clouded oft ere night So theirs ; and now none cares a pin for either : Thus I conclude and pity 't is I say , Though one be tyed that th' others flowne away . No mas● no mass will we allow . To keepe it downe , w 'ave ropes enow . He that in England thus desires to doe ,

Must swing-am , swang-am , thus , a turne or two .

And if that cure not his ambitious hope , Let me be next that capers in a rope . Be warn'd by him who thus hath crackt his credit , T is true , M Qui antea non caveat post dolebit .