Dr Wild's humble thanks for His Majesties gracious declaration for liberty of conscience, March 15. 1672. Wild, Robert, 1609-1679. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06583 of text R212968 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W2129A). 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. 8 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 B06583 Wing W2129A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[81] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[241] 99884037 ocm99884037 182910 2264208909

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06583) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182910) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[82]; A4:2[242]) Dr Wild's humble thanks for His Majesties gracious declaration for liberty of conscience, March 15. 1672. Wild, Robert, 1609-1679. 1 sheet ([1] p.). [s.n.], London : printed in the year, 1672. Signed: Iter Boreale [i.e. Robert Wild]. Verse: "No, not one word, can I of this great deed ..." With reference to Charles II's declaration of 15 March 1672. Item at A4:2[242] imperfect: torn at foot with loss of imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng England and Wales. -- Sovereign (1660-1685 : Charles II) -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Dissenters, Religious -- England -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo Dr Wild's humble thanks for His Majesties gracious declaration for liberty of conscience, March 15. 1672. Wild, Robert, 1672 1 1336 3 0 0 0 0 0 22.46 C The rate of 22.46 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Dr WILD's Humble Thanks For His MAJESTIES Gracious DECLARATION for Liberty of Conscience , March 15. 1672. No , not one word , can I of this Great Deed , In Merlin , Old Mother Shipton read ! Old Tyburn take those Tychobrahe Imps , As Silger , who would be accounted Pimps To the Amorous Planets ; they the Minute know , When Jove did Cuckold old Amphitryo , ●en Mars and made Venus wink and glances , Their close Conjunctions , and mid-night Dances . When costive Saturn goes to stool , and vile Thief Mercury doth pick his Fob the while : When Lady Luna leaks , and makes her man Throw 't out of Window into th' Ocean . More subtle than the Excise-men here below , What 's spent in every Sign in Heaven they know ; Cunning Intelligencers , they will not miss To tell us next year , the success of this ; They correspond with Dutch and English Star , As one once did with CHARLES and Oliver . The Bankers also might have , had they gone , What Planet governe'd the Exchequer , known . Old Lilly , though he did not love to make Any words o●'t saw the English take , Five of the Smyrna Fleet , and if the Sign Had been Aquarius , then they 'd made them Nine When Sagitarius took his aim to shoot At Bishop Cosin , he spyed him no doubt ; And with such force the winged Arrow flew ; Instead of one Church Stagg he killed two ; Glocester and Durbam when he espy'd , Let Lean and Fat go together he cry'd . Well Wille Lilly thou knew'st all this as well As I , and yet wouldst not their Lordships tell . I know thy Plea too , and must it allow , PRELATES should know as much of Heaven as thou : But now Friend William , since it s done and past , Pray thee , give us Phanaticks but one Cast , What thou foresaw'st of March the Fifteenth Last ; When swift and sudden as the Angels flye , Th' Declaration for Conscience-Liberty ; When things of Heaven burst from the Royal Breast , More fragrant than the Spices of the East . I know in next year's Almanack thou 'lt write , Thou saw'st the King and Council over-night , Before that morn , all sit in Heaven as plain To be discern'd , as if 't were Charles's Waine , Great B , great L , and two great AA's were chief Under Great CHARLES to give poor Fan's relief : Thou sawest Lord Arlington ordain the man . To be the first Lay Metropolitan . Thou saw'st him give induction to a Spittle , And constitute our Brother TOM-DOE-LITTLE . In the Bears Paw , and the Bulls right Eye , Some Detriment to Priests thou didst espye ; And though by Sol in Libra thou didst know Which way the Scale of Policy would go ; Yet Mercury in Aries did decree . That Wool and Lamb should still Conformists be . But hark-you Will , Steer-poching is not fair ; Had you amongst the Steers found this March-Hare , Bred of that lusty Puss the Good Old Cause , Religion rescued from Informing Laws ; You should have yelpt aloud , hanging's the end , By Huntsmens Rule , of Hounds that will not spend . Be gone thou and thy canting-Tribe , be gone ; Go tell thy destiny to followers none : Kings Hearts and Councils are too deep for thee , And for thy Stars and Doemons scrutinie . King CHARLES Return was much above thy skill To fumble out , as 't was against thy will . ●rom him who can the Hearts of Kings inspire , Not from the Planets , came that Sacred Fire Of Soveraign Love , which broke into a Flame ; From God and from his King alone it came .
To the KING . SO great , so universal , and so free ! This was too much great CHARLES , except for Thee , For any King to give a Subject hope : To do thus like Thee , would undo the Pope . Yea , tho his Vassals should their wealth combine , To buy Indulgence half so large as thine ; No , if they should not only kiss his Toe , But Clement's Podex , he 'd not let them goe . Whil'st Thou to 's shame , Thy immortal glory , Hast freed All-Souls from real Purgatory ; And given All-Saints in Heav'n new Joys , to see Their friends in England keep a Jubilee . Suspect them not , Great Sir , nor think the worse ; For sudden joys like grief , confound at first . The splendor of your favour was so bright , That yet it dazles and o'rewhelms our sight ; Drunk with her cups , my Muse did nothing mind ; And until now , her feet she could not find . Greediness makes profa'ness i' th' first place ; Hungry men fill their bellies , then say grace . We wou'd make Bonfires , but that we do fear The name of Incend'ary we may hear . We wou'd have Musick too , but 't will not doo , For all the Fidlers are Conformists too . Nor can we ring , the angry Churchman swears , ( By the King's leave ) the Bells and Ropes are theirs . And let 'em take 'em , for our tongues shall sing Your Honour louder than their Clappers ring . Nay , if they will not at this Grace repine , We 'l dress the Vineyard , they shall drink the Wine . Their Church shall be the Mother , ours the Nurse . Peter shall preach , Judas shall bear the purse . No Bishops , Parsons , Vicars , Curates , we , But only Ministers desire to be . We 'l preach in Sackcloth , they shall read in Silk . We 'l feed the Flock , and let them take the Milk . Let but the Black-birds sing in bushes cold , And may the Jack-dawes still the Steeples hold . We 'l be the Feet , the Back and Hands , and they Shall be the Belly , and devour the Prey , The Tythe-pigg shall be theirs , we 'l turn the spit , We 'l bear the Cross , they only sign with it . But if the Patriarchs shall envy show To see their younger-Brother Joseph go In Coat of divers colours , and shall fall To rend it , 'cause it 's not Canonical : Then may they find him turn a Dreamer too , And live themselves to see his Dream come true . May rather they and we together joyn In all what each can ; But they have the Coyn : With Prayers and Tears such service much avail : With Tears to swell your Seas , with Prayers your Sails ; And with Men too , from both our parties ; such I 'm sure we have , can cheat , or beat , the Dutch. A Thousand Quakers , Sir , our side can spare ; Nay , two or three , for they great Breeders are . The Church can match us too with Jovial Sirs , Informers , Singing-men and Paraters . Let the King try , set these upon the Decks Together , they will Dutch or Devil vex . Their Breath will mischief further than a Gun . And if you lose them , you 'l not be undone . Pardon dread Sir , nay pardon this coarse Paper , Your License 't was made this poor Poet caper .
ITER BOREALE .