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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67421	Rome for good news, or, Good news from Rome in a dialogue between seminary priest, and a supposed Protestant, at large. An exhortation to bishops. Whereunto is also annexed a discourse between a poor man, and his wife.	Wallis, Ralph, d. 1669.	1662 (1662)	Wing W618; ESTC R236681	18,605	32

doth what he can To oppose the Romish Church Priest It s he but wote you one that then In high Commission sate In learned sort in open Court His fault did aggravate You 'ld feign know how I tell it now A number standing by In sober wise he doth advise And tells him this plainly That Banbury men were stiff at first Oh they would nothing do But now they would doe best and worst And something over too And you said he will peevish be You 'le in New Prison lie And there perhaps ere long like Bates A Malefactor die Prot. What said he thus then had he quite The poor mans Courage dasht But that he knew it was not true His Lordship over-lasht For thus to speak of worthy Bates How he was not afraid Instead of a Malefactor he A Martyr he should have said What though we are not so precise And little Scripture can We are perswaded he lived well And died a faithful man Will Turner think you turn his Coate And say he cares not what Will Sharp of Banbury change his note And now go fing a flat No Turner stood and heard his tale And was asham'd to hear The Bishop vent such foul untruths Without all shame or fear Priest Well true or false it matters not You see here 's just occasion Why we resolve their Lordships have A Catholique perswasion And truly they deserve our Church Should yield them great applause In shew they much oppose indeed They much maintaine our cause What though they rate us now and then To give the State content And calls us Powder-plotting men That so we may be shent Though you and they do term us oft The common adversary Yet they and we do well agree We very little vary And though in outward policy They needs must make fair weather They know full well their cause and ours Will stand or fall together With Puritans and Preachers all With most our Kingdom shake Accounting those our common foes They present order take Of such Precisians what they can The Churches they disarme And leave in Pulpit scarse a man Will do us any harme Pro. Yes sundry men soundly to tax Your foul Idolatry Your Masse your Vows your Pilgrimage And Popes Supremacy Your Salt your Spittle and your Cream Your kneeling to the Bread Your Sacrifice your Fasting dayes And prayers for the Dead Your calling on departed Saints Your Purgatory fire Strange Penance pardons Indulgence And such like Popish mire Your Censing and Baptizing Bells Your Tapers and your Lights Your Crossing holy Water Oyle And conjuring of Sprits Your Orders Altars and perfumes Your Letany procession Strange Language lying Miracles Auricular confession Your Church beliefe your Merits Works of Supererrogation Your Cannonizing Traytorus Saints Your gross Equivocation Your Singing Ringing Requiems Your Monthly minds your Feasts Your Legends Bulls babe frighting toys More base then Skoginggs jests Your pillar prayers reliques woods Your Curtsey knocking breasts Your false Communion kissing paxe And keeping it in Chests Your Counsels Cannons decretals Decrees and mens Traditions Your Jewish Churchings and such like A thousand superstitions These are the Doctrines whereunto Your practises do suite All which our Learned Clergy-men Do labour to confute Priest In words 't is true your Clergy-men Our Doctrines do disclaime But who sees not therein they give Themselves a privie maime We some time hear and well can bear You call our Doctrine dotage Provided though you do not eate Our meate you sup our Pottage What are our Ceremonies good And are our Doctrines naught In sense can these be practised And not the other taught The blusters which your Doctours makes 'T is but a blast of breath There 's in it no such danger 't is No Dagger but a Sheath Themselves must sob and come and Crouch And cause to bow the knee When as they bid to take and eate The Bread as well as we They must put on our worthy weeds Cap Tippet and Surplus And do such rites for which what word Or Warrant but from us If any other should alledge Alas he should but feigne And Coyn them from his own conceit Or from some others brain What orders have we you have not I 'le wage an hundred pounds Our Papacy your Prelacy Stands at the self same grounds You keep our Fasts and feastings days You read our Leiturgy Our Cannons and your Laws from us You have your Ministry Your Churchings Organs and your quire Your Letany containes Some worthy points whereof there is Not one of us complaines All points wherein we will accord I cannot recken up On Fishstreet hill one gives the Bread But would not give the Cup. One pleads in Pulpit for our faith Implicit and eare shrift And saith none kneelers must be damn'd They can it no way shift A third to prove you kneeling good Although it came from us Reads in our Mass book word for word And thence concludeth thus Here 's Sursam Corda which saith he We have from Popish write Our Church as good reteins and which Of us complains of it Some yet more cunningly concur In act and shun the name Like Usurers when as our work And worship is the same Our Robes must be your Ornaments Or for distinction sake You must have honest burial And therefore prayers make Our Churchings are your giving thanks Strange Language Learning deep Instead of our procession you Perambulations keep Our kneeling is your comliness Our Cross in babes face Is now become your Christian badge And no small sign of grace Our Images are portraitures Of men that do adorn Your Churches if you pull them down It hardly will be born If Banbury men will do there geere I tro they have their doom Their orders are well stuffe I hear With welcome news to Rome Ye welcome news I hope ere this 'T is over all the Town Your Church men have no thority To thrust our pictitures down Your homily saith they defile wherein it seems to lye This order writes another Style To wit they beautifie And so concludes that who so doth them molish or deface Is justly censured as one That doth profane the place What practice we that you do not Have we Stews you have stage Blaspheme we you have Lotery Maintain'd with wrong and rage Pardon we faults you let forth fees For filthinesse to farme The strumpet poor must penance pay The rich hath no such harm Sometime indeed for very need The silly stand in sheet When with bare breast and head bare drest The silken walk in street In brief what ere may be the fruit Of all your tollerations Our penance pardons indulgence And other dispensations The same is of your punishing Of sin by sheet or purse Your fees for absolution Your Canons Court and Curse Nay further name a sin who can That any doth commit But your conformity will breed Or feed and foster it Ah ha Sir Large how like you this Did he not say the troth That said you would