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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A11385) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 6778) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 585:16) 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. [8] p. Printed by B. A[lsop] and T. F[awcet] for Richard Harper in Smithfield, at the Bible and Harpe, London : 1639. W.S. = Wye Saltonstall. Printers' names from STC. In verse. Signatures: A⁴. Formerly STC 21525. Identified as STC 21525 on UMI microfilm. Reproduction of the original in the Folger Shakespeare Library. eng Covenanters -- Scotland -- Early works to 1800. England -- Foreign relations -- Scotland -- Early works to 1800. Scotland -- Foreign relations -- England -- Early works to 1800. eebo The complaint of time against the tumultuous and rebellious Scots. Sharpely inveighing against them (as most justly they deserve) this yeare, 1639. by Saltonstall, Wye, 1639 9 2050 3 0 0 0 0 0 14.63 C The rate of 14.63 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2003-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-04 Sampled and proofread 2005-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-10 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

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 .