Richard Baxter's penitent confession and his necessary vindication in answer to a book called…

Nec illa modo vulnera jam olim obducta, bujus letho recruduerunt, sed alia etiam quae nec dum sentimus, & majora nobis inflicta sunt. Ah, ne hoc FUNUS MILLE PRODUCAT FUNERA! Nec sit dies ille cum ⟨p. 13⟩intempestivum hujus Principis fatum, acerbiore luctu quàm hodierno deflebimus, caecisque in malis deprensi Principem Henricum, magna voce Principem Henricum nequicquam clamabimus! Inanis forte est his metus, Academici, & si meaecum vestris quid valeant preces, inanis erit. Utinam etiam & stultus esset. Vivit quidem Priamus, & diu vivat & diu precor. Firma siet ejus domus, nec unquam nutet: Post satum tamen Hectoris, ejusque supremum diem cui decem annos spes nostrae innixae sunt, Trojae timere, cum nolim, reluctante licet animo, invitus cogor.] Read the rest; who would think but that he foresaw King Charles Reign, and our calamitous Wars in the Death of Prince Henry?

XXI. The Declarations, and Trumpets that proclaimed the Wars, so enraged the Rabble of Drunkards and Haters of Piety, that the most peaceable Religious Men that did but Pray and sing Psalms, and repeat the public Sermons, were forced to fly and save their Lives and Goods from their own Neighbours, and the Kings Militia: If a Man had short Hair, and were suspected to be a Puritan (as such were called) the Rabble would cry, [Down with the Roundheads,] and he was in present danger. In this state of Affairs, I went to Worcester for safety when the Earl of Essex's Army was there, and for curiosity, going to see those that lay at Poike-bridge, was a witness of the flight of the Parliaments Soldiers at Wikefield. But I repented quickly of that curiosity, and going out of my proper way.

XXI. The Declarations, and Trumpets that proclaimed the Wars, so enraged the Rabble of Drunkards and Haters of Piety, that the most peaceable Religious Men that did but Pray and sing Psalms, and repeat the publick Sermons, were forced to fly and save their Lives and Goods from their own Neighbours, and the Kings Militia: If a Man had short Hair, and were suspected to be a Puritane (as such were called) the Rabble would cry, [Down with the Roundheads,] and he was in present danger. In this state of Affairs, I went to Worcester for safety when the Earl of Essex's Army was there, and for curiosity, going to see those that lay at Poike-bridge, was a witness of the flight of the Parliaments Soldiers at Wikefield. But I repented quickly of that curiosity, and going out of my proper way.