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A34831
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The Puritan and the papist by a scholler in Oxford.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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Wing C6688; ESTC R33684
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love i' th Church it offends your sence And therefore yee have sung it out from thence Which shewes if right your mind be understood You hate it not as Musicke but as Good Your madnesse makes you sing as much as they Dance who are bit with a Tarantula But do not to your selves alas appeare The most Religious Traitors that ere were Because your Troopes singing of Psalmes do goe Ther 's many a Traytor has marcht Holbourn so Nor was 't your wit this holy project bore Tweed and the Tyne has seene those Trickes before They of strange Miracles and wonders tell You are your selves a kind of Miracle Even such a miracle as in writ divine We read o' th Devills hurrying downe the Swine They have made Images to speake 't is said You a dull Image have your Speaker made And that your bounty in offerings might abound Y' have to that Idoll giv'n six thousand pound They drive out Devills they say here yee begin To differ I confesse you let them in They maintaine Transubstantiation You by a Contrary Philosophers stone To Transubstantiate Mettalls have the skill And turne the Kingdomes Gold to I'ron and Steele I' th' Sacrament yee agree not but 't is noted Bread must be Flesh Wine Bloud if ere 't be voted They make the Pope their Head you exalt for him Primate and Metropolitane Master Pym Nay White who sits in the Infallible Chaire And most Infallibly speakes Non-sence there Nay Cromwell Pury Whistler Sir Iohn Wray He who does say and say and say and say Nay Lowry who does new Church-Gover'ment wish And Prophesies like Ionas midst the Fish Who can such various businesse wisely sway And handle Herrings and Bishops in one day Nay all your Preachers Women Boyes or Men From Master Calamy to Mistresse Ven Are perfect Popes in their owne Parish growne For to outdoe the story of Pope Ione Your Women preach too and are like to bee The Whores of Babylon as much as Shee They depose Kings by force by force you 'de doe it But first use faire meanes to perswade them to it They dare kill Kings now 'twixt ye here 's the strife That you dare shoot at Kings to save their life And what 's the difference 'pray whether he fall By the Popes Bull or your Oxe Generall Three Kingdomes thus ye strive to make your owne And like the Pope usurpe a Triple Crowne Such is your Faith such your Religion Let 's view your manners now and then I ha' done Your Covetousnesse let gasping Ireland tell Where first the Irish Lands and next ye sell The English Bloud and raise Rebellion here With that which should suppresse and quench it there What mighty summes have ye squeez'd out o' th' City Enough to make 'em poore and something witty Excise Loanes Contributions Pole-moneys Bribes Plunder and such Parliament Priviledges Are words which you 'le ne're learne in holy Writ 'Till the Spirit and your Synod ha's mended it Where 's all the Twentieth part now which hath beene Paid you by some to forfeit the Nineteene Where 's all the Goods distrain'd and Plunders past For you 're growne wretched pilfering knaves at last Descend to Brasse and Pewter till of late Like Midas all ye toucht must needs be Plate By what vast hopes is your Ambition fed 'T is writ in bloud and may be plainly read You must have Places and the Kingdome sway The King must be a Ward to your Lord Say Your innocent Speaker to the Rolles must rise Six thousand pound hath made him proud and wise Kimbolton for his Fathers place doth call Would be like him would he were face and all Isaack would alwayes be Lord Mayor and so May alwayes be as much as he is now For the Five Members they so richly thrive They 'le but continue alwayes Members Five Onely Pym doth his naturall right enforce By the Mothers side he 's Master of the Horse Most shall have Places by these popular tricks The rest must be content with Bishopricks For 't is 'gainst Superstition your intent First to root out that great Church Ornament Money and Lands your swords alas are drawne Against the Bishop not his Cap or Lawne O let not such loud Sacriledge begin Tempted by Henries rich successefull sinne Henry the Monster King of all that age Wilde in his Lust and wilder in his Rage Expect not you his Fate though Hotham thrives In imitating Henries tricke for Wives Nor fewer Churches hopes then Wives to see Buried and then their Lands his owne to bee Ye boundlesse Tyranes how doe you outvy Th' Athenian Thirty Romes Decâ—mviri In Rage Injustice Cruelty as farre Above those men as you in number are What Mysteries of Iniquity doe we see New Prisons made to defend Libertie Where without cause some are undone some dy Like men bewitcht they know not how nor why Our Goods forc'd from us for Propriety's sake And all the Reall Non-sence which ye make Ship-money was unjustly ta'ne ye say Unjustlier farre you take the Ships away The High-Commission you calld Tyrannie Ye did Good God! what is the High-Committee Ye said that gifts and bribes Preferments bought By Money and Bloud too they now are sought To the Kings will the Lawes men strove to draw The Subjects will is now become the Law 'T was fear'd a New Religion would begin All new Religions now are entred in The King Delinquents to protect did strive What Clubs Pikes Halberts Lighters sav'd the Five You thinke the Parliament like your State of Grace What ever sinnes men doe they keepe their place Invasions then were fear'd against the State And Strode swore that last yeare would be ' Eighty-Eight You bring in Forraine aid to your designes First those great Forraine Forces of Divines With which Ships from America were fraught Rather may stinking Tobacco still be brought From thence I say next ye the Scots invite Which ye terme Brotherly Assistanâ—e right For with them you intend England to share They who alas but younger Brothers are Must have the Monies for their Portion The Houses and the Lands will be your owne We thanke ye for the wounds which we endure Whil'st scratches and slight pricks ye seeke to sure We thanke ye for true reall feares at last Which free us from so many false ones past We thanke ye for the Bloud which fats our Coast That fatall debt paid to great Straffords Ghost We thanke ye for the ills receiv'd and all Which by your diligence in good time we shall We thanke ye and our gratitude 's as great As yours when you thank'd God for being â—eat A. 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