CONCERNING THE HOLY EVCHARIST and the Popish BREADEN-GOD TO THE MEN OF ROME as well LAIQVES as CLERIQVES By THOMAS TUKE ANNO M.DC.XXV TO THE COURTEOUS READER WHil'st Sunne doth shine and does not burne Men willingly to it doe turne But if it once wax hot they fly And hide themselues from 't by and by So truth that 's pleasing giuing light Is grieuous if it once doe bite And oftentimes procures a foe Whereas base flattring does not so For man would haue full scope in 's wayes And gladly haue of all men praise He would not be suppos'd to stray Although he be quite out of 's way Truth 's like hony put to a sore Which makes the place to smart the more Of carnall mindes such is the case So faine they would hold on their race To be discover'd fann'd and tried Grieues them as much as to be tied Yet welcome medicine that does heale And welcome they that truly deale Sore eyes indeed the light do shunne And Batts and Owles loue not the sunne The Thief delighteth in the night But honesty does loue the light The honest heart the single â—ye Is very loath to tread awry And therefore deemes the light full deare And him that speaks the truth will heare It studies to be truly wise And would not be abus'd with lyes It therefore giues it self to pray To read heare search both night and day And when the truth it has found out To loue't and own't it does not doubt Glory and greatnesse and feare and shame Gaine that 's so lou'd and worldly fame Carnall pleasure and contentment Friendship of men to errors bent The honest heart the single eye To truth doeth these things vilifie Yea life that is so deare to man To keepe the truth forgo it can And that is trueth to be belieued Which from the Scriptures is derived For that in faith makes but a breach Which holy Scriptures do not teach All Teachers should their teachings square By them for they Gods will declare THEY fully shew the Church and truth lay out To follow other Guides is to stray out They they are Faiths perfit Rule and Measure The Touch-stone of truth and Matchlesse Treasure Thine in the trueth truely THO. TUKE TO THE MEN OF ROME as well LAIQVES AS CLERIQVES PRiests make their Maker Christ yee must not doubt They eat drink box him vp and beare about Substance of things they turne nor is this all For both the Signes must hold in severall Hee 's whole i th' bread whole i th' cuppe They eat him whole whole they suppe Whole i th' Cake and whole i th cuppe This with you all doeth goe for veritie To hold contrary is meer heresie This is pure pure Catholique pure divine And thus feast ye he with his Christ thou with thine Without bread and wine indeed For this is your Roman Creed Whom ye make on him ye feed The bread and wine themselues away are gone Shewes of them tary still but Substance none They make their God and then they eat him vp They swallow downe his flesh and blood vp sup They 'll taste no flesh on frydayes that 's not good But of their new-made God and of his blood And as the Whale did Ionas so they eat Him vp aliue body and soule as meat As men eat Oysters so on him they feed Whole and aliue and raw and yet not bleed This cookerie voyed of humanitie Is held in Rome for sound divinitie And is not this strange to heare That God whom ye say ye feare Ye should eat as belly cheare The Graver Painter Baker euen these three Your Priests haue reason for to magnifie Perhaps the Baker thinks he merits more Yet both advance their honor and their store For they with their gentle feat Help them to mony meat Making Gods to begge and eat And now me thinks I heare old Laban say See they haue stolne and borne my Gods away Me thinks I heare and see that mountineer Michah of Ephraim who did idols feare Chiding with the Danits for that they had Took's Priest and Gods away which made him mad Mee thinks I see the Philistins bereft Of their vaine Gods which they to Dauid left And how that noble Worthy made them bee Destroyed of his souldjers presentlie Both men and beasts a thing to be deplored May bear away the things of you adored The things yee worship with your heart and minde Men like your selues can burne can melt can grinde Baruchs base things a shame it is to think Can marre the things ye worship and make stinck And is not this great folly More then childish vanity To dote on things so silly The foolish Heathens were not all so mad For they devoured not the Gods they had The wiser knew their Vanities were wood Or such like stuffe not Gods nor flesh and blood But yee as if bewitcht do count and call That poore thing God Maker and Lord of all Which is plaine bread in substance very bread Made of wheat-flower ground with mans hand and knead This which is bread which all men so will say Which haue not lost all sense or thrown 't away This ye do say ye do belieue it is Not bread in trueth but the true God of blisse Euen Iesus Christ God-Man flesh blood and bones Wherein y' are stupider then they then stones O God! What is a man euen at his best If not of thee with heauenly wisedome blest Grievous errors doth he swallow And in sin perversly wallow Not regarding what may follow Poore Laique There is one thing more for thee The Cuppe of Blessing thou art forc'd to flee Eat thou mayest by law but thou mayest not suppe The Priest is he that 's worthy of the cuppe Take Christ thou mayst under the breaden signe But not touch him under the shew of wine A Prince perhaps by favour with his lippe Is suffer'd after 's Priest to take a sippe And is this a Priestly feat Thus the people for to cheat Who should drink as well as eat But Lay-men are not Priests who sayes they are And therefore ought not in that Cuppe to share Why Are not Princes lay men yet They may And do drink of the cup as men do say Tâ—'eleuen or twelue for chuse ye whether When they first receiued altogether Their Maister being by then were they all As Sheep the text Disciples does them call And furthermore If lay-men may not drink Because th' are such Why may they not then think It lawfull for them to refuse to eat For the selfe same reason of that sacred meat Or who can justly say and not deluded That Laiques from the Cuppe are quite excluded When Christ sayes Drinke ye All of this as tho He spake to Priests alone and to no moe And yet that when he sayd those Words Take Eate To Priests and people too he meant that meat At Rome no drink 's allow'd but
wel-minded Romane Who is misled I am returnd ' againe The truth ye should be taught I will not tell That which your learned Priestes do knowe full well The Cuppe is yours all as well as the Bread As in the sacred Scriptures ye may read The Substance of the bread and wine remaine After their Consecration that 's plaine They are Afterwards what they were Afore And yet afterwards they are something more Euen as the Priest now order'd will confesse Hee 's what he was yet more by this accesse As for theyr Essence They are the Same they Were But for Vse an other nature they beare Tho then their proper nature does endure Yet in their service they are chang'd it's sure For once hallow'd they are a Sacrament Of Christs body and blood vpon vs spent Bare Signes they are not they are also Seales And exhibit the grace the word reveales The signes thou tak'st at the hand of a man But God giues thee his Son for no man can And when thou comm'st vnto this Sacrament Belieuing humbled and true penitent Thou art hereby put into sure possession Of Iesus Christ and of his blessed passion As truly as thou tak'st the bread and wine So truely are Christs flesh and blood made thine His benefits alone thou doest not take But Christ withall who dyed for thy sake The fruits are thine the tree is also thine Euen as the substance of the bread and wine Yea fast thou art united to thy Lord Who does himselfe and his to thee afford To say That Men Prepair'd Doe Eat His Flesh And drinck his blood their soules for to refresh Euen his very flesh and his very blood May well be sayde if 't be well vnderstood And sauing fayth by which we do belieue Is that by which we eat him and receiue Or say how this is done we doe not know Yet the faithfull doe it although no moe But if thou doest not thither come prepared Then though thou tak'st this holy Cuppe and Bread Yet doest thou not the Bread of life receiue But doest in truth thy foolish heart deceiue For who so comm's without due preparation He eats and drinks vnto his own damnation It being certeinly no small offence To rush on these things without reverence And yet too many doe as may appeare By their ill liues after they haue been there Following the courses they ran before Whereby they anger God so much the more Too many also themselues doe occupy Not in themselues but in this Mysterie Searching and sifting it with carnall wit Whereas to trye themselues were farre more fit But chiefly now sith God has drawen his sword And does not to us speak alone by word The grievous judgments which make many cry Should moue us all our selues in time to trie But yet more know that holy Writ doeth teach That which the holy men of old did preach That the signes themselues are dignified With the names of the things signified And this is for their honor done and more Euen for to raise our hearts from things before Our eyes vnto the things that are aboue Which here are tendred to us of free loue This is trueth it is no lie This is true Antiquitie The other 's new and silly Glorie be to God on high and to men truth And loue and peace through Iesus Christ by the mightie working of the Holie Spirit Amen and Amen March vii 1624. Tho. Tuke A POSTSCRIPT To the Reader THese lines subnexed were brought me by a friend some eighteene months agoe from an author vnknowne vnto us both Which occasioned me to write these thou seest If I haue vsed or abused any of them or all I craue pardon of their Author giue him free leaue to doe so with mine if he be in vivis as I hope and wish and be so pleased PRiests make Christs body and soule you must not doubt They eate they drink they box him vp and bear about One is too litle bread and wine holds him severall So we dine I with my Christ thou with thine Is thy mouth the virgins womb is bread her seed Are thy words the Holy Ghost is this the Creed O presumptuous vndertaker Never cake could make a baker Yet the Priest can make his maker What 's become of all those Christs which Priests haue made Doe all those hostes of Hoastes abide or doe they fade One Christ bides all these flye One Christ liues all these dye One is true the rest a lye FINIS AmaÌ„t eam id est veritatem lucenteÌ„ oderunt eam redarguentem Quia enim falli nolunt fallere volunt amant eam cum seipsam indicat oderunt eam cum seipsos indicat August Confâ—ss lib. 10. cap 23. Amicus Socrates amicus Plato magis amica veritas dixit Aristoteles Nil addeÌ„dum legi nihil auferendum Scripturae Cyril Alex. in Iohan lib. 11 cap. 23. Per scripturam Deus loquitur omne quod vult Gregorâ—Moral li. 16 cap. 16. Chrisost scripturaÌ„ vocat exactissimam trutiuam guomoâ—em ac regulam in 2 Cor. homil 13. in fine * Vnder the shewes as they taâ—ke of bread and wine Gen. 32. Iudg. 18. 2. 24. 2 Sam. 5. 21 1 Chron. 14. 12. Bar. 6. 12. 22. * Vid Basil schol in Psal 11â— Lactan. lib 2 cap 2. Aug. in Psal 113. â—oâ— C. 2. Concil Constant sess 1â— 1 Cor. 11. Per vâ—rba coÌ„sâ—cr 〈◊〉 ver◠〈…〉 panis ita producitur quasi generatur Christus iâ— altari adeâ— potenter efficaâ—â—ter ut si Câ—ristas necdum esset incarnatus per haec verba Hoc est corpus meâ—m incâ—rnaâ—ctur corâ—uâ—que humaâ—um assumeret 〈◊〉 graves theologi docent Cornelius Cornelij a lapide Commâ—â— in Eâ—aâ— 7. 14. Iohn 12 and 17. Act. 3. Gal. 4. Is 37. 19. Ioh. 6. 51. Ioh. 6. 56. Aug. de civi dei li. 21. ca. 25 Bedain 1. Cor. 6. Aug. in Ioh. tract 26. Ambros de sacram lib. 5. cap. 4. Iohan. 6. 57. Aug. trac 26 in Iohan. serm circa sacr fer pasc Exod. 14. Ioh 20. Hebr. 13. Iudg. 14. Nehe. 9. 21. Tract 59 in Iohan. Absit a nobis vt â—a quâ—e per sensus corporis didicimus vera â—sse dubitemus Aug. de Trinit li. 15. cap. 12. Ephes 3. 17. Rev. 13. 8. 1. Cor. 10. â— Gen 3. 15. and â—2 18. Gal. 3. 19. As one 〈◊〉 Pauls crosse iâ— Queen Maries daâ—es D. Lessius de sum bono l. 4 c 2 pag 568 lin 23. Genes 17. 10. and 41. 26. Exod. 12. 11. and 13. 9. and 31. 13. 16. Esay 5. 7. Ezek. 37. 11. Zach. 1. 9. Math. 13. 37. Luke 8. 11. Gal. 4. 24. Rev. 1. 20. and 4. 5. and 5. 8. and 11. 4. Heb. 10 10. 7 27 9 28. Hebr. 9 22. Rom. 6 9. Iohn 12 8. 17 11. Heb. 10 14 Hebr. 9. 28. and 10. 12. Mat. 26. 27 Mar. 14. 23. 1 Cor. 11. 28 29. * I mean service office or condition
only meat Yet Paul doth bid men drink as well as eat There sits one with brazen face That usurps a Bishops place Who dares thus Christs flock disgrace Now to the Man of Might who sayes he can Doe that which is not in the power of man Who can make Christ of bread hee 's so diuine As Christ of water once did make true wine Angell nor King nor Artizan of skill Can this the Priest alone and he at 's will Others who can make bread out of their grist Must leaue their bread to him to make it Christ Make stones to be men we know that God can And the Priest braggs he can make bread a man Make a God of a man we know men can But his art lyes in making God a man So as if Christ had not took flesh before Yet without flesh he should be now no more Nor can the nimblest Baker work a cake So soone as he his cake a man can make Four words repeated with a voyce submisse Will serue to make vp 's man and God I wisse These four alone Hoc Est Corpus Meum Will work the feat there needs no greater summe Indeed the Priests intention should concurre Or els the work may chance to take a blurre For as they do say This most Rare Invention Will scarcely take without the Priests intention But yet here we must all know That all Priests can not thus doe The Roman can but no moe Naturall Parents be they nee'r so good Are Gods instruments but of flesh and blood To get or make a Soule 's not in their power But he a perfit soule can make each houer Both soule and body are alike to him That shall not want a power nor this a limme Parenâ—s their children get they make them not They get them like themselues with staine and spot But he no gettâ—r is allow'd to bee And wife he does by vow with horror flee Hee 's only a maker and but of one If he make not that one he makes just none And whereas children by degrees do grow That which he makes is made at once not so Full holy also pure voyd of all sin Hauing no soyle without no fault within Yet he that makes him is not without both Which if not he yet others often loth And which is strange he may not get a man But yet make God he may and thinks he can And whereas others works may be destroyed His he belieues is not to be annoyed I ask then of this man this man of might Who does so farre surmount each mortall wight Is thy mouth the virgins womb Is bread her seed Are thy words the Holy Ghost Is this our Creed What Does a Temple make the Architect That thou of bread thy maker the should'st erect Or does a Servant vse to make his Lord That Priests to theirs a beeing do afford O presumptuous Vndertaker Neuer Cake could make a Baker And shall a Priest make his Maker Indeed we see some men by Priests made stones But who sees them make bread flesh blood and bones They rather merit fayth that say they can Sooner make a man bread then bread a man That though Vnnaturall has often been This Supernaturall was yet neuer seen Tell me Was not Christ before thy bearing And hundreds of yeers afore thy sheering Was he not a man before thine annointing And must he yet be made at thine appointing Does he not still abide in humane flesh That yet he must be made of thee afresh And sooner too then thou thy self wast made Eyther man or of this Man-making trade What a kinde of brow hast thou That doest say Thou mak'st him now Since thou took'st thy Priestly vow Hast thou Priests power from the man Christ receiu'd So thou wilt say or els I am deceiu'd With what face then dar'st thou say Thou him makest Of whom thy selfe and power thou say'st thou takest As if a Iustice should say he makes the King Of whome he does receiue his Iusticing As if a childe should say he makes his sire Or color'd clothes should say they make their diar Thus ye dimme the noone-day-light And gainst sense and reason fight Holding Writlesse what 's not right Perhaps you 'll say Christ Iesus is not made Of bread but that the bread away does fade And that his body followes in it's stead It beeing onely there now and not bread Well be it so yet thus his bodie 's made Here still on earth to be which is gainsayd By Christ himselfe by Peter and our Creed To whom we could adde more if there were need For Austin Vigill and others agree That Christ is not now on earth bodilie And vaine it is to plead the power divine Which out of darknes can make light to shine Which of just nothing can make things to bee And can make dead things liue and stone-blinde see And most easily doe the things which can Be comprehended of no braines of man Make it appear by holy Scriptures light That God does will and work these things ye fight For with such earnestnesse and then we will Confesse your power and applaud your skill But till ye proue by Written word That God to these things does accord To make fayth of them were absurd We read of Christ twice made and that is all Of Woman and vnder Law Is this small Vnlesse thou also make him at thy will By thine high creating power and thy skill Is 't not ynough for him and for us all That he was Once borne and Once vnder thrall But that he must yet also day by day By you be made and offred as ye say So for fayth ye fancy teach And for truth mens dreames ye preach Making in Gods Church a breach What a silly thing is this thou makest Which for the Lord Iesus Christ thou takest Which Idol-like can neyther heare nor talk Nor see nor feele nor smell nor one joâ—t walk Which can do nothing for ought does appear But 's fit all wrong that 's offer'd for to bear Which can not saue it self from catte nor Dogge From Rat nor Mouse nor from the grunting Hogge Fy that such a sorry thing A mouse can in danger bring Should be counted for thy King Hezekiah sayes the Assyrian king The Gentiles Gods into the fire did fling Because they were not Gods for so he sayth Which plainly shewes the fondnesse of your fayth For this ye say the Priest hath made ye call God almightie and yet the same may fall Or by plaine force be cast into the fire By Turks or Moores or flung into the mire May not men then boldly say It does your handy-work bewray When they see it hurl'd away What a kinde of vile servitude is this Thou mak'st him serue of whom thou look'st for blisse To coop him in a piece of bread in show Where he must stay a time and must not goe A pretty Godlin sure now in thine hand Then boxed vp to