"Go, Empty Joyes, With all your noyse, And leave me here alone, In sweet sad silence to bemoane Your vaine and fleet delight, Whose danger none can see aright, Whilest your false splendor dimmes his sight. (II.) Goe and insnare With your false ware, Some other easie Wight, And cheat him with your flattering Light; Raine on his head a shower Of Honours, favor, wealth, and power; Then snatch it from him in an houre. (III.) Fill his big minde With gallant winde Of Insolent applause; Let him not fear all-curbing Lawes, Nor King nor People's frowne, But dreame of something like a Crowne, And climing towards it, tumble downe. (IV.) Let him appeare In his bright Sphere Like _Scynthia_ in her pride, With star-like troups on every side; Such for their number and their light, As may at last orewhelme him quite, And blend us both in one dead night. (V.) Welcome, sad Night, Griefe's sole delight, Your mourning best agrees With Honour's funerall Obsequies. In _Thetis'_ lap he lies, Mantled with soft securities, Whose too much Sunshine blinds his eyes. (VI.) Was he too bold, That needs would hold With curbing raines, the day, And make _Sol's_ fiery Steeds obay? Then sure as rash was I, Who with ambitious wings did fly In _Charles_ his Waine too loftily. (VII.) I fall, I fall; Whom shall I call? Alas, can he be heard, Who now is neither lov'd nor fear'd. You, who were wont to kisse the ground, Where e're my honor'd steps were found, Come catch me at my last rebound. (VIII.) How each admires Heav'n's twinkling fires, When from their glorious seat Their influence gives life and heat. But O! how few there ar', (Though danger from that act be far) Will stoop and catch a falling star. (IX.) Now 'tis too late To imitate Those Lights, whose pallidnesse Argues no inward guiltinesse: Their course one way is bent. The reason is, there's no dissent In Heaven's high Court of Parliament. London, printed 1641. 86. The Saint's Beliefe. By John Turner. 1641. A folio broadside. On May 18th, 1641, the House of Commons ordered that this publication be referred to the Committee for printing as concerning the printer; and that the Stationers' Company be strictly required to use all their endeavours to suppress those copies; and that John Turner, who names himself the author, be sent for as a delinquent for his boldness in causing a new belief to be printed without authority, during the sitting of parliament.[61] The accompanying folding page contains an exact reprint, line for line, of this eccentric paper, of which a copy exists in the British Museum Library. THE SAINTS BELIEFE.