Eugenia's tears for Great Britons distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad…Evgenia's teares for Great Brittaynes distractions, or, Some slender observations reflecting on those sad…

Then only will the Church be most happy when truth and peace shall kiss each other, truth without Peace being but turbulent, and peace without truth but a secure injustice; the glorified Spirits have but one, uniform work, wherein they all join the praise of their Creator: showing that the beauty of order, and the band of unity must be our double support: why then should we uncessantly entangle our selves with self-willed extravagances, which argues a mind full fraught with wind-puffed conceits, still floating up and down the superficies of giddy brains, which are ever governed by the instability of a private fantasy; and doth not the disease exasperate by the Jealousy of the debate; like that silly Bird which perceiving fire near her young ones, seeks to blow it out with her wing• so long till ⟨p. 14⟩she burn; and make here self a Prey in an unwise pity, so the woeful experience of those times shows that such as indiscreetly meddle with the flame of dissension (kindled in the Church) rather increase then quench it; Some will be nought but Ceremony, and hold fast the bows whilst they leave the body; others out of too high a conceit of themselves (affecting nothing but singularity) disdain to go in the right road, and through discontent (at la•) reject all contradiction; both which like indiscreet •avellers) have pierce taken the fairest, but not the nearest way to the•r journeys end; then doth •t not highly concern the present assembled body of this Kingdom to direct, and track out such a way, as on the one side may be strongly hedged from all superstition, and on the ot•er fenced from affected ignorance; the distempers of this sort are almost grown immedicable v•lnus, crying out to all those which pass by, whither ever any sorrow or distraction were like that of this Church, for which there is great grief in Zion; alas! •ow is she dissipated, and sits weeping in the dust, her lovers & her friends have forsaken her, ^*She seeks whom her soul loves but find• hm not; and is become like some forsaken Nymph whom solitariness invites to her gloomy grove; what but whole rills of tears are perceived in thy streets, venting nothing but remorseful songs, and pouring out floods which will no longer be iviron'd with the drooping Willows;