if one of the parties grow obstinate, it followeth of necessity, that
they must come to more violent Remedies, that is, to Arms: The
power of the Prince, when he is supported by other Princes, is
great, else is it but small; but that of the People stirred up by Conscience,
especially if the question of Religion be touched, the members
ordained for their Function, doing joyntly their duties is far
greater: Thereupon all the Extremities of War are practised: but
what is the event? God, who is an enemy of all Tyranny, judgeth
of their quarrels, weigheth them in his ballance of Justice, helping
the rightful cause and causes; the Prince for his rig or and Tyranny
to be chased away, and deprived of his Estate and principality,
which maketh the alterations to cease, and procureth a Peace;
whereof we need seek no further then our own doors for an example:
For the Estates in Parliament, seeing that the late King
would not in any fort (through his wilfulnes.) yeeld unto their
humble Suites and just Propositions, and notwithstanding all the
offers they could make to purchase a good, firm, and assured Peace,
yet would he not give ear to any other Reason but what his own
obstinacy did propound: The which they found not onely unjust
and unreasonable, directly repugnant to the Liberties and Freedom
of this Commonwealth (for which so much Blood and Treasure
had been spent,) but also, contrary to their Consciences, and as it
were so many snares layd to catch them. which were in no fort to be
allowed of, considering the quality of Affairs according to time; so
that rejecting all fear of his power and threats, they dealt with
him as is manifest, executing impartial Justice on him, the good
hand of God therein mightily assi[unr]ing them.
But now I will to News. Make room there my masters, I must
have a place among you; So then the first thing that this week presents
it self as New, is this: The Prince is gone from Breda and
arrived at Bruxcels, but l'le assure you bare enough both of men
and money, so that we need not much fear his threats this Summer,
for according to the old proverb, God sends curst Cows short horns:
Alas! if we will not give him leave to hiss alittle, having lost his
sting; he may well complain of us for too hard usage: but let him
threaten us, for threatened folks live long, and so shall we, to check
the pride of that young Tyrant, as lately we did somewhat before
Kingsale in Ireland, where are 13 of their ships, whom we alarum'd,
but were prevented of any other action by the extremity of a storm;
which make the Cavies brag strange things. Poor Souls! how