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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 ...
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Blunt, Leonard.
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Wing B3364; ESTC R11207
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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 Phinâ—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 Lewiâ— 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
those that hold not the same opinion with him and all under a pretence of zeal to holinesse of life which he himself does seldome practice Balaam's ASSE Cudgell'd Or the Cry of TOWN and COUNTREY AGAINST Scandalous and Seditious Scriblers WHat ailes the Asse How comes the Beast to whine Ha's a been bred among King Pharaohs Kine Has the wet spring spoil'd all the Corn and Grasse That all the Countrey cannot keep an Asse He cries for bread as if Duke Humphreys Ghost This twenty yeares and more had been his host Will no man tye him up but let him range Thus to disturb the City and the Change But this is a Religious Asse and cryes O give him Bread of Life or else he dyes A subtle Asse for well 't is understood He even thinks as much of Heavenly food As the poor Taylor when he wants a Roul To fill his belly thinks upon his Soul You Asse in boots if Cromwel or the Rump Had giv'n thee but a Living had been plump Thou would'st have blest 'em and have been the man For maintenance to kisse the Alcoran I know not where a Homily is read But friend a Homily is dainty bread The Brewers grains out of a nasty Tub Is fitter food for such a swine or Cub Lawn sleeves and Cassocks cannot please the Gizard Of this seditious scandalizing Wizard Yet he pretends Canonical to be But Bell and Dragon is as much as he 'T is not the soul of this seditious sinner That makes him bite his belly wants a dinner And there 's a reason for it I can tell ye Sometimes ill manners makes an empty belly To throw Seditious scribles to the view Of such a sick and giddy-headed crew As we have now amongst us who by flirts Change their Religions oftner than their shirts Does argue one that doth employ his pate To bring confusion on the Church and State The naked Indians would have scorn'd to be So rudely barbarous to their Bramini The Asse that State malevolence doth brew Deserves a bridle and a Halter too Are these the men of God Doth this behaviour Adorn the Gospel of our God and Saviour Religious Renegadoes Who to patch Their broken desperate fortunes daily watch Another opportunity to bring A second ruine on the Church and King You closely jerk at learned Laud but see All Laud is given to God all shame to thee Had he but seen thy Crocodilian teares The Hang-mans Cat had eat thy Asses eares God save King CHARLES and keep him from the sleight Of such Reformers as in Forty Eight Rob. Chamberlain OBSERVATION REader Perhaps you may as well as I wonder that men of almost all sorts as here you find them should have such small employment as to busie their brains in cudgelling a poor silly Asse from one to another and in my opinion render themselves all such and more especially the Author of this Sexton or parish-Clark call him which you please Sure his Parish is very small he is so needy that he will Papist like sell you prayers for sixpence a dozen or his Burials and Christnings not many in the year that he must Poet-like write a Pamphlet for money to by food for the Asse and cloak it over with zeal Cur Percussisti OR BALAAM REPROVED For Cudgelling the Asse ALas the Asse is Cudgel'd in good sadnesse Why so I Pray To shew the Prophets madnesse Patron of scandal and of ignorance From which we prayed a deliverance This was the sum of the Petition Which guilty Balaam termes sedition Who but a soul empty of grace and reason Would think this cry preparative to treason At vices orthodox the poor Asse greives Not at the Cassocks or the rev'rend sleeves These are by Canon decent yet I shall Think constant preaching more Canonicall Are Miters Cassocks of so neer a kin To sloth and drunkennesse that beastly sin That who the Clergy warnes these sins to flee Doth mean Bishops and Priests there must not be The Crown and Mitre are so haply twisted The last infring'd the first is then resisted But both with equal zeal disown they do Factious Preachers and bibbing Readers too Where 's the sedition then 't is in a dish Cook't up yes the water turns Pork to Fish â—ll manners 't is sure soft the man 's well bred His belly is not empty but his head Foul Patriot scandal and vices support Kickt by an Asse thou put'st him into Court A Priest wel drench't the Constable did seize on 'T was cry'd hold factious Officer 't is treason At length the Pris'ner sweares 't was said swear on This Parish is full of sedition 'T is an Essay to Church and States confusion To shew the Laicks grief or Priests collusion There needs no Cham these secrets to betray Darknesse can't hide what 's done in the mid-day Is this the man of God or is he sent To drink and swear for th' Gospels ornament Reviv'd impieties Black mouth'd debaucherie Ne're can be whit'ned with thy Poetry Unhappy solecisme when was it true That Sins ruine would make the State to rue Or Church whose noble growth and lasting age Decay of vice increase of grace presage Arm then ye Mitred Lords be cloth'd with power Full charge your Canons and then let them Roar ' Gainst Scandall Ignorance and Lazinesse ' Gainst sancy pride and factious peevishnesse Hophni and Phinehas their fatal doom Should startle those that succeed in their room The Sacrifice was then abhorr'd they 'r slaine Eli falls too ' cause he did not restrain Long live King Charles prosper in grace glory Let 's Name be written in Eternal Story By H. G. OBSERVATION THis Author writing a paper of verses which he is asham'd to own sets two letters of a name we know not whether his own or no that we should not know where to find him but yet we may well guesse at him if we observe the character formerly given of their faction that he is of the tribe of Adoniram A zealous R who to save his Bacon shall make twenty recantations and for preferment change his Religion oft'ner than his shirt and is almost as near a kinsman to a K as a Cavenanter to a Scotchman The Asse beaten for Bawling OR A REPLY FROM THE CITY TO The Crie of the Country To Smectimnuus the Club of Divines or Divines of the Club. TO you because you are one manifold A twisted Halter and because w' are told You understand the nonsence of the Cryers As they doe your's send we that are Replyers Take up your Colts you know them by their mark Bid them give audience that is stand and hark Fleabitten Gray with your out-lying eares The KINGS Disturbers and Gods Pillagers Baule not but hear the Crys of millions dead Our bloud has been your drink our flesh your bread And are your maws too tender for the stones Of the now Priest that could eate Churches once Complain ye now of Canting ye Jack Daws That set Religion to a tune The