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…

is not this the age so sadly foretold by that Oracle of Divine Truth, wherein not only one Nation shall rise against another, but be divided in its self, yea their worst enemies shall be enclosed within their own confines; nay as if the Fabric of the world should not want any thing to dissolve it, if wars and Tumults sickness & famine may not sufficiently shake it, behold with grief, how many Imaginary Christs, are forged in the shops not only of Demetrius the silver Smith, but (with the help of that great and well ^*experienced Artist of infernal fire-works) have bin hammered on the factious Anvils of dissenting spirits, who through the craziness of their heads and not the soundness of their ⟨p. 18⟩hearts, are so much of late grown the Bellows of sedition; he that makes a doubt of the fulfilling of our Saviours prophecy, let him but cast his eyes on the actions of our present Tragedy, and view the new ways of our impious devotion, only reserved for this deplored time wherein never any seemed more fierce for Religion, yet more barren in piety; this makes pastime for our adversaries: yet if any more sincere & unspotted, be given us from heaven to teach us the true path to those eternal Mansions, bidding those personating sectaries of Christianity to carry more devotion in their hearts then in their countenances, and to be more exemplary in doing, then violent in saying, how shall he be the patient of their contumely, and dispa. ragement: so willing are we to expire our latest breath in this lingting sickness of dissimulation; O that so many discretions should be now so common within the Orchard of the Church; that Satan should thus transform himself into an Angel of light • certainly it is bad sinning in a Religious habit, and though there may be a deceiving of our sights on earth, yet is there no way to blanch their halting corruption before their Creator; so that never more unhappy were any times then these of the last, into which we are fallen; our best writers are now most silent, and all our leaves become libels; every invective pen takes the power to impart its own spleen, and every unstable head his brainless opinion;

is not this the age so sadly foretold by that Oracle of Divine Truth, wherin not only one Nation shall rise against another, but be divided in its selfe, yea their worst enemies shall be inclos'd within their own confines; nay as if the Fabrick of the world should not want any thing to dissolve it, if wars and Tumults sicknesse & famine may not sufficiently shake it, behold with greife, how many Imaginary Christs, are forged in the shops not only of Demetrius the silver Smith, but (with the help of that great and well