Upon taking up of Severall Persons of Honer and quallety by the Maior and souldiery and securing them at Northampton the 14th of Aprill-1658.

Not like the Gentler Spring whose purle-like dew
It's Tyssue in the Rivolets doth shew
Or those Heat-Drops an Aprill showre distills
From Clowds of Tiffany upon the Hills
My sorrowes are, but Torrent-like they flowe
From my two windows as doth Alpian Snowe
I'th'Dog dayes when the Sun with Trebled flame
Shoots Rayes that melt and soe dissolve the same
Or like some Cataract or fall of Nile
That threaten Deluge and a wrack the while
They Roar and Break, My sadness is noe less
To see soe many Frends now in distress
And noe cause showne, nor help, nor succor neer:
(Enough to force from Marble ston a Tear)
Or t'Petrify the Stupid sence to see
Such needless Fear and Causeless Jelousy
As now posses the Mighty of the Land
Who howld the Raynes of Sovranty at Command
(The Sword I mean) whose Conquering Blade and Edge
Hath gaind this powre and claymes this priviledg
That who so doth withstand its force is sure
To be excused of dying by Calenture
Surfet or Ague whilst the Twisted Hemp
And Axes chop from all disease exempt
Traytor's a name soe common grown of late
Since Kingdom is Transformd into a State
That 'tis less wonder Hydra like surmise
Deems whence heads ofe thence other heads should rise
Soe to make all Cock suer and without strife
Guive me the privat sell and Cuntry life
Wher in a Minors Fortune I'le posess
More than All Maiors envied happines.