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DEATH,

AFTER HEARING OF THE

Murder of King CHARLES I.

T

I.

HE Glories of our Birth and State,

Are Shadows, not substantial Things:

There is no Armour against Fate, Death lays his Icy Hands on Kings. Scepters and Crowns

Muft tumble down

And in the Dust be equal laid,

With the poor crooked Scythe and Spade.

II.

Some Men with Swords may reap the Field, And plant fresh Laurels where they kill,

But their strong Nerves at last must yield, They tame but one another still;

Early or late,

They stoop to Fate,

And must give up their murm'ring Breath, Whilft the pale Captive yields to Death.

III.

The Garlands wither on your Brow, Then boast no more your mighty Deeds, Upon Death's purple Altar now, See where the Victor Victim bleeds. All Heads must come

To the cold Tomb;

Only the Actions of the Juft

Smell sweet and bloffom in the Duft.

N. B. The Running-Titles of the two following Letters are by Mistake wrong printed. Inftead of The Quakers against the Independents, and the Independents against the Quakers, the Titles fhould have been, John Audland's Letter to William Prynne, and William Prynne's Anfwer; which the Reader is defired to excufe and to correct accordingly.

JOHN AUDLAND's

LETTER

то

WILLIAM PRYN NE.

WILLIAM PRYNNE,

TH

HOU perpetual Scribe, Pharifee and Hypocrite, born to the Deftruction of Paper, and most unchriftian Effufion of Ink; thou Egyptian Taskmaster of the Press, and unmerciful Destroyer of Goose-Quils, that doft plunder and strip thy poor Kindred naked to the Skin, to maintain thy felf in a tyrannical and arbitrary Way of fcribbling against thy Brethren, even the Independents and Quakers, over whom thou fetteft up thyfelf as an unrighteous Judge; for a righteous Judge hath an Ear for both Parties, and thou haft none for either. Verily, William, thou doft Evil, and against the Light within thee, to accuse thy Brethren of that, whereof thou art more guilty thy felf; for tho' they break an Act of Parlia