The maze: contrived, digested, and couched in these distinct subjects: representatives for these present times to admire: presidents for future ages to decline. 1. The traitors tryall. 2. The plaintiffs appeal. 3. The state-monkey, or, The disloyall favourite. 4. Pembrokes plea. 5. A cordiall for Britannicus, &c. 6. The old father lasher to the moderate. The senates ansvver to the Scotch chancelor. A funerall oration delivered at Darby-House. Animadversions upon the fourth section. Orderly marshall'd with these poems: 1. Castles catastrophes; or, Garrisons gaol-delivery. 2. Three state-tarriers coupled up with three tart satires.

A LEVELLER

IS a Platonick Pioner, whose care Is in anothers fortunes so to share, As He his full proportion may get In their Receipts for which He never swet. This man 'mongst fooles was held in great esteem, Deluding them with this fantastick dreame, That none in proper should possessed be What others might not have as well as He. This was cry'd up at first with great applause, Because it was confined to no Laws: The Prentice now might be a Freeman made First day he came, and never learne his Trade. A puny Clarke might for a Justice sit And vie with's Master both for worth and wit. The foreman too, for so his fate allowes, Might freely share in's Masters Counting-house. He who Margites-like had spent his prime, And ne're did any good thing all his time, Might safely style himself some great mans Heire, And share more in his treasure then his care. The Prodigall fed with delicious sloth, And knew no posture but from hand to mouth, When he with riot had consum'd his store, Might leap into a Mine of Golden oar To second his late surfeits, and repent Of nothing more, save that no more was spent. No difference 'twixt mistresse and her maid, Both in their order equally obey'd. For Academies, though no precious gem Should be compar'd to Learning amongst men, Proficients in Arts so slighted were, A Groome might be made Doctor of the Chaire.

Scholastick Tippets, orders and degrees Might be conferr'd without accustom'd fees. Fat Prebends, who might by their Patrons rise, With those who ne're rose to a Benefice Might share alike, and joyntly be possest As if they had a mutuall interest. No Farmer needed to observe his day, Because no Law in joyned Him to pay. All stood Copartners, and might partake By Competition in an equall Stake. O dainty mold of formelesse Government, When fooles are onely holden provident! When Princes, Peers, and Persons of renown Must rank in state and breeding with the Clown! When swads who never knew gentility, Extraction, posture, gracefull quality, Nor civile garbes, must strut it cheek by joule With Purple Senatours, without controul! Brave a la mode! if this phanatick levell Suit not with that Dominion of the Devil, Where horror and confusion onely dwell, I'le say there is an harmony in Hell. Now in this Levelling order you shall find Two distinct sorts branch'd in a severall kind. The first true Adamites, with strength of hand Digge Commons up, let no inclosure stand. And these are they indure the heat o'th' day, Doing their work in hope of future pay: Our Commons Rurall Patriots: who indeed, Account themselves Heires of the promis'd seed: But peacefull portions please not factious men; They may inherit, true; but God knowes when. The other shews himself more Martiall-like, One lesse inur'd to Mattock then to Pike. This sweares by his Buff-jerkin, He would see That man who dares stand for a Monarchie. The Kingdom's ours, late purchas'd by our sword, And we'l dispose on't at our Councell-Boord,

Thus swells this Ranter: —He who would command Or share in fortunes, must receive our hand To make his Title good: —what do ye talk O'th Old Exchange or of the Merchants walk; Their Trafficks and Accounts for many yeares Serve but to answer us for our areares? The City thinks we their Protectors are, And for their safety keep our quarters there: But simple Cockneys, they shall shortly find By our designs, we're of another mind. Our aime's Community; and we must have A part in that which they take care to save. Their sleepes were calme and sweet: none to molest Their conjugall Embrace; no barred Chest; While we to all extremes ingaged were, And had no Twilt to shroud us but the ayre. None with rich fraught did e're the haven enter, Who on the Sea would not his person venter. And must these Lobsters flow with store of wealth, Injoy their liberty, preserve their health Witn Physicall Receipts, while we confine Our famish'd hopes to th' humours of the time? No, No; these Bilbows that impale our side Bid us march bravely and observe the tide. We're Caesars all; and those who will not give VVay to our Law, He ne're deserves to live. VVe promise parity, and that is Law VVhich like th' attractive Adamant will draw Plebean factions, who desire to be Owners of theirs, and in their persons free. But little know these fondlings what we meane, For we in truth are not the same we seeme. 'Tis least of our intent that these should stand Equall to us in fortunes and command. These must be Petti-sharers at the best, And reap their Vintage where our grapes are prest. Souldiers of fortunes once, indeed, we were, But now that needy style we scorne to beat.

Successe has made us great: nor do we know That Sect or Faction that can make us low. VVe frame no Calidonian pretence As if we went to fight for Conscience As Presbyterians do; whose pilfring zeal Can make a Shirt o'th' Syrpecloath that they steal. Religion is no Action we maintain, Platonick parity is all our aime; VVhich having got, Those that depend upon us Shall see how State and Majesty become us. VVho by successe is Soveraign made of power, Cannot endure a rude Competitour: So who by Conquest ha's advantage got And ne're improves it, He deserves it not. Heare you this ranting Rebell make his boast, As if he could by his victorious Host Subdue the spacious world, and retaine The style of universall Soveraign? But heare this Admonition, Sir, of ours Before that Conquest make the world yours. You tell us, Sir, you never ment to fight For your Religion nor the Churches right. The aime you had in your commencing war VVas to make States Monarchiall, Popular: Though I must tell you, some have lost their blood, Of your own faction, for the Churches good; And late at Tyburne left a precious pledge For Clements and S. Gyles joynt Sacriledge: So as for sacred stealth, though nor for murther, You past, S. Gyles to mount a little further. It was no Clergies cause nor care of King But Churches stuffe that rais'd them to this string. But pray thee Leveller, what hast thou done To make thee such a fearfull Myrmidon? Did not thy Forces lately, Horse and Foot Receive from Generall a fatall rout? VVere not some of your Chief Commanders shot, VVhile th' rest by their submission quarter got?

Must these run o're the world, and display Their plumed helms, who lately run away? Ye who resolv'd to lay your Levell round, Are you not now laid Levell with the ground; Rest of repose; of fortunes dis-possest, Unlesse ye build upon the Martins nest? Come Leveller, let's have no more to do, See what condition thou art brought into. Hang up thy Musket, Fauchion, Fife and Drum, Untill the Prince unto our Borders come: Whom to restore should be thine onely Levell, All else act Mathematicks for the Devi••l. The onely way to regulate the time Is by a loyall Level, royall Line. This will conduct your aymes to glorious ends, And of State-traytors, style you Caesars friends.