On the New Forcers of Conscience Under the Long Parliament by John Milton

On the New Forcers of Conscience Under the Long


                                                                      John Milton

Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,
And with stiff vows renounc’d his Liturgy,
To seise the widow’d whore Plurality
From them whose sin ye envi’d, not abhorr’d,
Dare ye for this adjure the civill sword
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic hierarchy
Taught ye by meer A. S. and Rotherford?
Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,
Must now he nam’d and printed Hereticks
By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d’ye call:
But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots and packing worse then those of Trent,
That so the Parlament
May with their wholesome and preventive shears
Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears,
And succour our just fears,
When they shall read this clearly in your charge,
New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large.