The wheel of time turning round to the good old vvay; or, The good old cause vindicated. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06541 of text R226721 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1598). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B06541 Wing W1598 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[47] 99886872 ocm99886872 181378 2240898241

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06541) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181378) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[48]) The wheel of time turning round to the good old vvay; or, The good old cause vindicated. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [London : 1661] Imprint from Wing CD-ROM, 1996. Verse: "Tis you who did defend the Good Old Cause,". Imprint from Wing. In two columns. Dated at end in MS.: March. 24. 1661. Signed: Written by a Lover of the Good Old Cause, who expects a time of redemption from his present captivity. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1649-1660 -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1642-1649 -- Early works to 1800. eebo The wheel of time turning round to the good old vvay; or, The good old cause vindicated. anon 1661 1 755 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Wheel of Time turning Round TO THE GOOD OLD VVAY ; OR , The Good Old Cause Vindicated . Friends , T Is you who did Defend the Good Old Cause , And Guarded Englands Fundamental Laws , That for a time under a Cloud do lye To make you know the price of Liberty ; Oh droop not then ! there is no reason why You should not suffer Bonds as well as I , Who have engaged for a Parliament , And many drop of preci'us blood have spent ? Yet doubt I not ( though now in Bonds I be ) But I a day of Liberty shall see . And though our Sun-shine's darkn'd by a Cloud , Yet time will move away that Vail or Shroud That doth Eclipse our Light , then shall appear The Morning-Star , our Day-Light shall be clear , And those that now in grief and sorrow be By Magna Charta , shall be soon set free ; The glory of the Beast away shall fly That beat down Law by Will and Tyranny ; Good Judges then shall Truth and Right maintain When as the Beast and all her Imps are slain ; Though now they Rule , and over us bear Sway , And worship God The clean contrary Way , With Places built of Stone , whose Consecration They stile , The ready Way unto Salvation , And Copes like Aarons , but no Bells to gingle Plac'd on the skirts , the Surplis , or Sursingle ; Besides the bawling Singers that do cry , And roar out Prayers in this Solemnity . With Boys like Puppets , who with Voyces shril , Bawl loud , the ears of th' ignorant to fill , With Common-Prayers like an old Wives Fable , An Altar made of a Communion Table ; Wax-Candles , Lawn-sleeves , Holy-water , Rocket ; And Wafers sweet , to put into the Pocket ; With other Fancies which they do allow As Images , for ev'ry soul to bow And fall down to , nay worship as their own Creator , though a God to them unknown , With Organ-pipes their mirth they do advance Above their God , and lead in ignorance , The People , who do for their musick pay , Whilst Master Black-coat carries all away , And Crams his panch , till that he looks as big As Bacon-Hog , with eating Tyths of Pig . But yet in time their Organ-pipes , and all Their Impliments shall in a Chaos fall . The time 's but short , for he that lives to see This Babel fall , shall find in Sixty Three A Curtain drawn , by which he soon shall know , It 's near the ending of this Poppet-show . Dagon shall down , each Consecrated place Of Worship shall both break his head and face , Nay on the Thresholds of the door shall lie The pieces which do from this Image flie . Rome shall destroy'd be , and the Scarlet Whore Shall never drink the blood of Martyrs more . Poor Christians then shall not pay Contribution To Prelates for the Bonds of Persecution ; No new-vampt Justice shall the Truth Controul , And with a Billet knock down ev'ry soul That will not bow to Baal , and bend the knee And swear to stand for the old Liturgie 'Gainst Conscience , no dam 'um then shall be Respected , but the godly person free ; Nor shall the honest person be undone By Cruel Laws of Mer. Abbington , A Gentleman , who doth Phanaticks stile um That fear the Lord , and would like Faggots pile um ; This Plot was first contrived by a Monk Or dancing Ape , whose Sack hath made him drunk , With Robinson , a May'r once of this Town , Who reel'd along the streets ; 't was with a Brown And fiery Sot , who still the mischef broaches , Though then so drunk they could not find their Coaches . Though now in grief and sorrow we do lye , Embroider'd Cloaks shall be as poor as I ; And every man shall then discern his friend , And live in love and peace , and so I end . Written by a Lover of the Good Old Cause , who expects a time of Redemption from his present Captivity .