Murthering him whome they swore to preserve, and eating up his
People like bread; still thirsting for either Royall or Loyall blood, attempting
by their barbarisme and crueltie to stablish themselves for
Rulers over us, and make us their Bondmen and Vassals who are by
birthright free subjects to one Monarch, which whilest wee could so content
our selves, wee had peace in our Borders and plentuousnesse in our
pallaces.
But now our varieties are turn'd to scarcitie, and our land flowing
with Milke and Honey is become a barren Wildernesse: famine having
ceas'd many parts and places of this Kingdome; the poor perishing for
want of bread, and yet are not made free from oppressing burthens
and taxes to advance Coyne to maintaine these Traytors and Miscreants
at White-Hall and Westminster (with the trooping Rogues their mercenarie
hirelings.) in jollitie; these our Ruines the Saints can well disgest
and passe them over, laughing at our calamites, and rather then striving
to redresse them, loading us with more, stoping their cares at the Kingdomes
cries, being more desirous to shed blood then remedies our distempers.
For that it is they thirst after, and can swallow with more case then
they can the conjunction of the Irish (under Owen Roe Oncale) with
the Marquesse of Ormond; for that will not bee disgested by any meanes:
No verily and re-al-ly Bretheren, it is of great concernement, and doth
much impede your reducing of Ireland to the obedience of your elected
Oliver, whose nose is quite out of joynt since that Agreement, and heo
forc'd to clap his tayle between his legs like a guelr dog and craule towards
Dublin, where Doctor Camberlaine is not able with his sirrops,
nor Peters with his hellish Doctrine, to keepe his noseship alive possibly,
till a new supply com from England, which will be next Midsomer Moon,
when men run mad to bee Rebells, for yet there are but few so foolish.
And now the supplies that his Generallship (Nose almighty) hath so
earnestly writ for a long time, many bee kept at home, for their coming
to Ireland (faith my Intelligence) will bee the day after the faire;
the Market being already made and Cromwell stuck fast in a Bog, where
his conquering Army left their usuall triumphant Victories, accounting
one paire of legges worth two paire of hands, and like brave Racers
did strive to out-runne the Irish though vengeance was swister, and
catched some of them by the way, and gave them grinning honor for
their treason and Rebellion.
But let the businesse in Ireland goe which way it will, the Rebells
in England are imployed in studying for new Knacks further to instruct
their Treasurers, Trustees, Contractors, Surveyors, &c. which