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…

nay do not ou• streets daily swarm with variety of untruths framed (for some petty gain) by the frothy wit of those whose pens are still dipped, either in the flattering, current of sinister ends, and affection, o• ⟨p. 19⟩the muddy dregs of ^*Rebellious faction and ignorance, so that now many can no sooner speak, but cry, and by lying (when all trades fail) are learnt to get their living: but which is worst, to plead Authority for their countenance, though they may not be imagined guilty of so great a connivance, whose blood hath so long swelled in their veins for the reformation of abuses, & to this end have no less tired their spirits, then exhausted their estates, and not only neglected their affairs, but even adventured their lives; neither are those the Cisterns to convey the clear & refreshing streams which may water the unprofitable Corners of this Land, where (with no less dislike then open repining) it hath bin sufficiently proclaimed in this nature, that the chaff over-topped the fairest Corn, threatening an untimely Harvest; neither is this the way to weigh all things in an indifferent balance, and to quiet the Jealousies of the times; or the Helm to guide that golden vessel srought with the incomparable treasure of perfect truth, and pure Religion, so longingly expected into the harbour of every conscionable and relenting soul. But it is rather to be wished that now those swelling Waves (with such big Volumes) threaten her sinking, we should cast over board whatsoever might hinder a good voyage, and so lighten her to undergo so dangerous a storm, since the combustion of all the Elements threaten a• ensuing tempest, wherein so many smooth Devils wait to disturb the Air, and (being enveloped in the clouds of corrupt vapours) strive under the colour of grace to confound nature it self;

nay doe not ou• streetes daily swarme with variety of untruthes fram'd (for some petty gaine) by the frothy witt of those whose penns are still dipt, either in the slattering, current of sinister ends, and affection, o• ⟨p. 19⟩