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R19576 THis Page I send you Sir, your Newgate Fate / Not to condole, but to congratulate. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 180192 A POEM / VPON THE / Imprisonment of Mr. Calamy in Nevvgate. A POEM VPON THE Imprisonment of Mr. Calamy in Nevvgate. A POEM UPON THE Imprisonment of Mr. Calamy in Newgate. Wild, Robert 1662-1662

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THis Page I send you Sir, your Newgate Fate Not to condole, but to congratulate. I envie not our Mitred men, their Places Their rich Preferments, nor their richer F[a]ces: To see them Steeple upon Steeple set, As if they meant that way to Heaven to get I can behold them take into their Gills A dose of Churches, as men swallow Pill, And never grieve at it: Let them swim in Wine While others drown in tears, Ile not repine, But my heart truly grudges (I confess) That you thus loaded are with happiness; For so it is: And you more blessed are In Peters Chain, than if you set ins Chair. One Sermon hath preferrd you so much Honour, A man could scarce have had from Bishop Bonner; Whilst we (your Brethren) poor Erraticks be, You are a glorious fixed Star we see. Hundreds of us turn out of House and Home, To a safe Habitation you are come. What though it be a Gaol? Shame and Disgrace Rise only from the Crime, not from the place. Who thinks reproach or injurie is done B[y and Eclipse] to the [uns]potted Sun? He only by that black upon his brow Allures spectators more; and so do you. Let me find Honey, though upon a Rod, And prize the Prison, where my Keepers God: Newgate or Hell were Heaven if Christ were there, He made the Stable so, and Sepulchre. Indeed the place did for your presence call; Prisons do want perfuming most of all. Thanks to the Bishop and his good Lord Mayor, Who turnd the Den of Thieves into a House of Prayer: And may some Thief by you converted be, Like him who sufferd in Christs company. Now would I had sight of your Mittimus; Fa[i]n would I know why you are dealt with thus. Jaylor, set forth your Prisoner at the Bar, Sir, you shall hear what your offences are. First, It is provd that you being dead in Law (As if you card not for that death a straw) Did walk and haunt your Church, as if you[]ld scare Away the Reader and his Common-Prayer. Nay twill be provd you did not only walk, But like a Puritan your Ghost did talk. Dead, and yet Preach! these Presbyterian slaves Will not give over Preaching in their Graves. Item, You playd the Thief, and ift be so, Good reason (Sir) to Newgate you should go: And now youre there, some dare to swear you are The greatest Pick-pocket that ere came there: Your Wise too, little better then your self you make, She is the Receiver of each Purse you take. But your great Theft, you act it in your Church, (I do not mean you did your Sermon lurch, Thats crime Canonical) but you did pray And preach, so that you stole mens hearts away.
So that good man to whom your place doth fall, will find they have no heart for him at all: This Felony deservd Imprisonment; What cant you Nonconformist be content Sermons to make except you preach them too; They that your places have, this Work cant do. Thirdly, tis provd, when you pray most devout For all good men, you leave the Bishops out: This makes Seer Sheldon by his powerful spel Conjure and lay you safe in Newgate-hell: Would I were there too, I should like it well. I would you durst swaft punishment with me; Pain makes me fitter for the company Of roaring boys; and you may lie a bed, Now your Names up; pray do it in my stead, And if it be denyd us to change places, Let us for sympathy compare our cases; For if in suffering we both agree, Sir, I may challenge you to pitty me: I am the older Goal-bird; my hard fate Hath kept me twenty years in Cripple-gate; Old Bishop Gout, that Lordly proud disease, Took my fat body for his Diocess, Where he keeps Court, there visits every Limb, And makes them (Levite-like) conform to him. Severely he doth Article each joint, And makes enquiry into every point: A bitter enemy to preaching; he Hath half a year sometimes suspended me: And if he find me painful in my station, Down I am sure to go next Visitation: He binds up, looseth; sets up and pulls down; Pretends he draws ill humours from the Crown: But I am sure he maketh such ado, His humors trouble Head and members too: He hath me now in hand, and ere he goes, I fear for Hereticks hele burn my toes. O! I would give all I am worth, a fee, That from his jurisdiction I were free. Now Sir, you find our sufferings do agree, One Bishop clapt up you another me: But oh! the difference too is very great, You are allowd to walk, to drink and eat, I want them all, and never a penny get. And though you be debard your liberty, Yet all your Visitors I hope are free, Good men, good women and good Angels come And make your Prison better then your home. Now may it be so till your foes repent They gave you such a rich Imprisonment. May for the greater comfort of your lives, Your lying in be better then your Wives. May you a thousand friendly papers see, And none prove emptie, except this from me. And if you stay may I come keep your door, Then farewel Parsonage, I shall nere be poor.
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