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A28487 Asse upon asse being a collection of several pamphlets written for and against the author of The asses complaint against Balaam, or, The cry of the country against ignorant and scandalous ministers : together with some choice observations upon them all / by Leonard Blunt ... Blunt, Leonard. 1661 (1661) Wing B3364; ESTC R11207 12,580 40

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Asse upon Asse BEING A COLLECTION OF Several Pamphlets written for and against the Author of the Asses Complaint against Balaam or the cry of the Country against Ignorant and Scandalous Ministers Together with some choice Observations Upon them all By Leonard Blunt Esq LONDON Printed for the Author MDCLXI THE Asses complaint against Balaam Or the Cry of the COUNTREY AGAINST Ignorant and Scandalous Ministers To the Reverend Bishops YE mitred Members of the House of Peers The Kings Churchwardens and Gods Overseers Fathers in Christ we your poor children cry Oh give us Bread of life or else we die For we are burd'ned with our old Sir Johns Who when we ask for Bread do give us stones And only cant a Homily or two Which Dawes and Parrots may be taught to do Drunkards Canonical Vnhallowed Bears That name God oftner in their oaths then prayers Into what darkness will our Church be hurl'd If such as these be call'd The light o' th' World These that have nought to prove themselves devout Save only this That Cromwell turn'd them out Mistake us not we do not mean those loyal And learned soules who in the fiery tryal Suffer'd for King and Conscience sake let such Have double Honour we shall ne're think much But this our tender conscience disapproves That Ravens should return as well as Doves And croak in pulpits once again to bring A second Judgement on our Church and King Though England doth not fear another losse ' Cause God hath burn'd his Rods at Charing Crosse Yet Clergy sins may call him to the Door Ev'n him who whip'd and scourg'd them out before Oh therefore ye that read the sacred Laws Eject their Persons and disown their cause God the King have both condemn'd this crew Then let them not be patroniz'd by you 'T is not their Cassocks nor their Surplices We quarrel at there is no hurt in these We own their Decency yet every Fool Cannot be call'd a Monk that weares a Cowle Were grace learning wanting by your leaves We would not pin our faith on your Lawn Sleeves ' T is Aarons breastplate and those sacred words Become a Churchman best THAT THAT my Lords Which pious Baxter makes his livery Would all our Curates were but such as he Pardon my Lords we do not make this stir To vindicate the factious Presbyter We hate his wayes and equally disown The zealous Rebell as the Idle Drone And beg as oft to be deliver'd from The Kirk of Scotland as the Sea of Rome We pray for Bishops too Oh may ye stand To heal the sad distractions of the Land Then give us Priests Loyal and painfull too To give to Caesar and to us our due God save King Charles our Christian faiths Defender And bring Religion to its wonted Splendour ADVERTISEMENT LOyal and Orthodox Reader Judge charitably I am neither presbyterian nor Phanatick but as true a Son of the Church of England as thy self for thy further satisfaction I shall God willing present thee with another paper to clear my honest intention in this Lewis Griffin OBSERVATION THis Gentleman begging our Charity in this place we shall say little of him nor charge him with being that which he desires to be excused from but whoever seriously considers this copy of verses as they are in themselves let him pretend to be never so true a Son to the Church of England thereby to take off the Aspersion of a Phanatick shall find him to verifie the old English Proverb that he is neither flesh nor fish nor good red herring any thing or nothing A SUPPLEMENT TO THE ASSES Complaint against BALAAM Or the Cry of the COUNTREY AGAINST Ignorant and Scandalous Ministers AVaunt ye smooth-tongu'd flatterers of the age Praesto ye meal-mouth'd Prophets clear the Stage Enter the Asse again who though he Kneel Unto the Higher Powers lifts up his Heel Against all those who make Gods house a Den Of Clergy Thieves Have at them once agen But hark I hear a Countrey parish cry Were ever Christians in such slavery Must we be taught by an Illit'rate Bear He preach He 'l only teach our boyes to swear Is then your priest a swearer Hah must he That taunts a Bishop taste a pillory And 't is but Just and Right Yet who controules Him who blasphemes the Bishop of our Soules What Is an oath lesse paenal than a word Or is the servant greater then his Lord No He that sweares commits the fouler sin And more deserves to loose his eares then 'T is true seditious spirits that Deny Obedience to the sacred Hierarchy Merit severe Correction let them ha 't They are Disrtubers both of Church and State Yet Prelats Zeal would be much better shown In striking Gods offenders then their own Nay Gods are theirs for he that wears lawn sleeves Like Christ is murder'd 'twixt a brace of Theeves Both shew their enmity but divers wayes The Presbyter Denyes but This betrayes Now tell me gentle Reader which were Greater The sin of Judas or the crime of Peter Then let the Bishops cast them out for thus They do but Justice to themselves and us Like the wise Mariners who to appease The fury of the Raging winds and Seas Threw Jonas over-board such was his sin There was no Cannon Law to keep him in Nor is it Reason all should be maintain'd I' th Church who took Degrees and were Ordain'd For he that after proves a Drunken beast Degrades himself from Man much more from priest And such they were who caus'd our Bloudy War When Levy's Tribe were kick'd by Issacar For though Men speak with a not so my Sons Yet God reprov'd them with the voice of Guns Phanaticks those Philistims wan the field Whilst our poor Israel was forc'd to yield For Eli's boyes had lost the Ark of God Each Phin●has begat an Ichabod Then Oh ye Bishops heal these sad disasters We do not call for Rectors but for Pastors A Priest should lead his parish as a guide Not leap upon their galled backs and ride For 't is our Mother Churches grand disgrace That these black patches stick upon her face Written by Lewi● Griffin OBSERVATION AFter his promise of this paper to shew his honest intentions in the former he would have you to believe if there be any man so credulous that he hath been a constant lover of Episcopacy and no great wonder for indeed he is a subtle Asse and for a maintenance would easily be brought not only to kisse a Common-prayer book or cant a homily as he calls it but willingly to embrace the Turkish Alcoran and for a new suit or cloak shall unsay all his former belief in his old Father Cromwell such is his establishment in his principles In summe whoever reads over both his papers shall see him not only like Balaam's Asse complaining against Balaam but like the Asse in the Lyons skin supposing himself the Lyon braying forth nothing but scandal and sedition thinking thereby to affright