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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59573	St. Crispins triumph over Pope Innocent, or, The monks and fryers routed a tragi-comedy, as it was lately acted with great noise at Dantzick in Poland by the reforming shoemakers, and other retainers to St. Hugh : wherein it is infallibly demonstrated that they who wone had the best on't, and that since people will not be so wise to pluck out their eyes and turn papists, the most effectual and speedy way to convert soul and body together is by strangling, murther, fire and gunpowder.		1678 (1678)	Wing S300; ESTC R25536	3,254	16

St. Crispins Triumph OVER Pope Innocent OR THE Monks and Fryers Routed A Tragi-Comedy As it was lately Acted with great Noise at Dantzick in Poland by the Reforming Shoemakers and other Retainers to St. Hugh Wherein it is Infallibly demonstrated that they who wone had the best on 't and that since People will not be so wise to pluck out their Eyes and turn Papists the most effectual and speedy way to convert Soul and Body together is by Strangling Murther Fire and Gunpowder Licensed November 2d 1678. Printed at Primrose-Hill for the special Edification of those New Miracle-Mongers who would perswade us that after a man has been Strangled and Murthered he can yet walk a Mile and run himself through with his own Sword Octob. 17. 1678. St. CRISPINS TRIUMPH OVER POPE INNOCENT OR THE Monks and Fryers Routed c. 1. HEre 's pretty Sport for Hereticks I swear Romes golden Calves at Dantzick turn'd to Grafs Their Holy Trinkets they in pieces tear And Goodman Pax's translated to an Ass Another wonder 's added to their Church The Fryers left their Puppet Saints i' th' Lurch 2. Rude Hugenots how durst you be so bold To lay your hands upon such holy things You 'l certainly be curs'd by Young and Old Hark how the clapper of their Bull-bell rings To break the Necks of Saints are mortal sins Not to be pardoned had you broke their shins 3. This brisk Attempt hath turn'd their Even-song And Ave Maries into doleful Dirges Who without doubt will hang themselves e're long At least do Penance on their backs with Scourges For suffering their gods those silly Elves To be destroy'd that could not save themselves 4. The Suckling-bottle of the Virgins Milk So long preserved for those Babes of Grace Thick crumb'd with breaden god is broke and spilt And waxen Thumbs the Crucifix deface Their Angels also which then went to Pot Hath quite undone their Miracles god wot 5. But you the Offspring of St. Crispins Race How fell ye out since both Sole-menders are For Gentle Craft the Relicts to deface Suppose St. Hugh had with his Boots been there VVould you ingage him so in stormy weather To tear the Sole from off the upper Leather 6. You rather ought have brought your Awls and Ends And sticht together what you found awry Or par'd'um gently on your Last like Friends And Loyal Coblers to their Monastry And so perhaps you would had they been ought You were forc'd to Vamp them cause their Souls were naught 7. Troth like enough good cause to think 'um so Romes Emissaries round the world do Roam To every Court in Christendom they go Make mischiefs there then send advices home Corrupting Counsels and dividing States And Fly-blow Maggots in the peoples Pates 8. This they effect by divers ways and Forms To day a Courtier to morrow clad in Leather His Lordships Chaplain or a Man in Arms A Merchant next a Tradesman all or either A Zealot now and then a Hector he 's The Devil and all there 's nothing comes amiss 9. Swear and Forswear take any Obligation Rail at their Church and ban his Holiness name Betray their Fathers they have Dispensation For Murther Stabbing Fry ye in a Flame Any way Conquer for their Churches good ' Cause best it thrives when deepest set in blood 10. These are the Tenents of those Saints of Rome Or Monsters rather Fire-brands of Hell The very Pests and Plagues of Christendome As sad Experience to the world doth tell By whose Accursed hands more Christians dy'd Then have by Turks or Infidels beside 11. And shall this Viperous brood delude us still Under pretence of Zeal and Piety VVhose Hellish aim is Christian blood to spill And force the way for their Idolatry Their Avarice doth squeez the peoples Veins As dry as Kexes where their Power Reigns 12. They have Indulgence for the worst of sins Or more or less past present or to come They 'l Pardons sell as Pedlers do their Pins Barter for Heaven if you 'l but pay the sum For ready Money they can do the Trick But have no more to do there than Old Nick. 13. This may Amaze that men of common sence 〈…〉 besotted to their Fooleries 〈…〉 Bulls their Legends Peter pence 〈…〉 Cheat and Errant Rogueries 〈…〉 but Lies and Blasphemies they are 〈◊〉 serve as Pimps and Bauds to Peters Chair 14. This they of Dantzick wisely did foreknow And with a Resolution stout and bold Engag'd the Lubbers ' midst their Foppish Show As they of Swe●dland served them of old Who 's cutting Laws are such Afflicting ones ●hey send Romes Stallions home without their Stones 15. Then hast ye Juglers Popish Priests be gone For if again you should the People Vex Your Puppet-plays will cause them ten to one Instead of broken Pates to break your Necks And unto Hell or Purgatory send ye From whence the Poles nor Planets can defend ye Conclusion VVhen this they heard they durst no longer stay Pickt up their broken Tools and ran away But left their Prayers behind them at Allhallows And cause 't is worth your Reading here it follows The Humble Supplication of the Monks and Fryers to St. Dominick their Patron upon their Routing by the Shoemakers at Dantzick HOly Patron Dominick We invoke thee Damn Dantzick Plague them sorely we do woe thee Let not Belzebub outdo thee Taw the Soles of Leathern Sinners That did spoyl our Sport and Dinners They confounding all our Trumpery Made us Dine with old D. Humphry Starving so our Hungry Paunches Thy Cheek's thicker than our Haunches Pinched harder by our Foes Than Dunstan did the Devils Nose They so with blows our Sides inviron Our Ribs appear like a Gridiron Falling first upon our Bones And next we fear 't will be our St Which if lost the Chasest Nun Is for ever quite undone And we fear will do the Trick With our Foe the Heretick For the Holy Maid of Kent And Pope Joan too have been shent Venial Sins with good intent That 's well done that is well meant Thus unerring Church is true Natures course must have its due But what 's this unto our purpose Or the loss of Hood and Surplice If Saint Dominick can't do 't Let 's intreat the Devil to 't And his Holiness to boot For we hate this damned dodging We 'l to Rome unto their Lodging Where we certain find 'um can In the Stews or Vatican And our Augury to us shows Being told by Francis Crows Drinking Martyrs Blood for Wine They together were to Dine Tended on by Bellarmine Coming thither there they found 'um With the Cardinals around 'um Where they were to stay a Sennight Shearing Hogs for good St. Bennet Some o' th' Saints heard the grunting Said the Devil Rid a Hunting Others Swore 't was no such meeting But the Pope and Devil greeting Met in kindness to each other To take care of Holy Mother And resolving on a Dance Sent away a Post for France To invite their dearest Son Who much of their Work had done Unto which they both agreed Vow'd it was as true as Creed He had been their trusty Steed Monsieur mounted on he joggs Through the Scotch and Irish boggs Cursing of the English Cloggs For he neither thought or meant To tugg with King and Parliament Who had spoyl'd His Blest Intent Being met no Tongue can utter How they quaft and fed at Supper On a Tub of Dutchmens Butter Now let us our Plaint renew And unto their Lordships shew How we sped in our Adventure They may Ram 'um to the Center For the Saints we long have Pray'd to Are asleep or hardly laid to Then began an old Rascallion Either Spaniard or Italian And so like a Ragamuffin You 'd have Sworn 't was a Capuchin Father Pope and Father Devil And you the most Unchristian Evil Wrong the Right we have sustain'd Wherein we were justly maim'd They in spight of Sobietski Mar'd the tools your Worships get by Made on purpose to pick Pockets Theivs are Saints disguis'd in Rockets Therefore if you do not help us Ye are Puppies and be whelp us But old Cressy had the Knack To outdo the rest o' th' Pack In Relating of a Mystery Hellish Lies in Churches History And by adding somewhat more Unto what was said before Made the Devil stamp and stare Pope fall backward in his Chair But upon the point to go Monsieur caught him by the Toe And did promise with his Allies All the Forces up to Rally Would ingage their Church to further By unheard of Rapes and Murther Only Pray'd the Popes direction And his Devilships Protection This when said did please 'um well So they took a turn to Hell To debate it at their leisure Whence the Monsieur takes his measure And i' th' interim is providing For to do the Trick by Bribing Now perhaps some Criticks saying This is not the Form of Praying And like Fools against it chatter Not acquainted with our Matter For when Folks ingage by 'th' ears Cursing goes instead of Prayers Or to Rail and Swear at Fortune Is as good as Praying certain But whatever may befal it True it is what e're you call it And from what the Rogues intend us Oh Almighty God defend us FINIS