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A85693
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Rules of life: being good wishes to the clergy and laiety; for whose use the Asse's complaint was written. / By Lewis Griffin.
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Griffin, Lewis.; H. W. Balaams reply to the asse.
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1663
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Wing G1983; ESTC R227025
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Black Patches are an abomination in the sight of the Lord And I believe that when God and Sathan shall divide their flock it will be as with Laban and Iacob the spotted and ring-streaked will fall to the Devils share Joyn not therefore thy Self unto an Harlot unlesse thou hast a mind to Hire a Guide to Hell 31. But let it be thy main endeavour to wed thy Soul unto Christ which will be the happyest match The Mariage of the First Adam was not so Honorable as that of the Second will be Glorious for then will hee give unto his Spouse Fullness of Ioy for a Possession and make her a Joynture of everlasting Pleasure whereas the chiefest Iewell that the Flesh the world and the Devil can boast of is Deaths head set in the Ring of Eternity This Christian Reader is pat of the Doctrine of the Asse as Good Advice as my Sick Head can at the present afford thee But when the powerfull voice of Almighty God shall command a Calm in the troubled Sea of My distempered Mind I shall present thee If not with better matter yet in a better Method In the mean time accept of this form him who is Thy Servant in him who became a Servant to make us free LEWIS GRIFFIN THE ASSES COMPLAINT AGAINST BALAAM OR The Cry of the Country against Ignorant and Scandalous Ministers To the Reverend Bishops YEE mitred Members of the House of Peers The Kings Church-wardens 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 Daws and Parrots may be taught to do Drunkards Cannonical Unhallowed Bears That name God oftner in their Oaths then Prayers Into what darknesse will our Church be hurld 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 souls who in the fiery tryal Suffer'd for King and Conscience sake let such Have double honour we shall nere 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 yet that read the sacred Laws Eject their Persons and disown their Cause God and 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 quarrell at there is no hurt in these We own their Decency yet every Foole Cannot be call'd Monk that wears a Cowle Were grace and learning wanting by your leaves We would not pin our faith on your Lawn-sleeves 'T is Aarons Breast-plate 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 Droan 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 loyall and painfull too To give to Caesar and to us our dues Who maugre all the pow'rs of Hell have stood Men that are neither drunk with Wine nor Blood God save King Charles our Christian Faiths Defender And bring Religion to its wonted Splendour Written in the behalf of the Country by Lewis Griffin A Supplement to the Asses Complaint against Balaam Or the Cry of the Country 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 Theeves Have at them once agen But hark I hear a Country Parish crye Were ever Christians in such slavery Must we be taught by an Illitr ' ate Bear Hee Preach Hee 'll 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 Souls What Is an Oath lesse poenal than a Word Or is the Servant greater than this Lord No He that Swears commits the fouler Sin And more deserves to lose his Ears than 'T is true Seditious Spirits that Deny Obedience to the Sacred Hierarchy Merit Severe Correction let them hae't They 'r the Disturbers both of Church and State Yet Prelat's Zeal would be much better shown In striking Gods offenders than 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 wife 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 Bloody War When Levy's tribe were kick'd by Issachar For though Men speak with a not so thy Sons Yet God reprov'd them with the voyce of Guns Phanaticks those Philistins wan the field Whilst our poor Israel were forc'd to yield For Ely's boyes had lost the Ark of God Each Phinehas begot 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 Churche's grand disgrace That these black patches stick upon her face Writen by Lewis Griffin BALAAMS REPLY TO THE ASSE OR THE CLERGIES Answer TO THE Countryes Complaint To the Reverend Bishops You Learned Prelates of the House of Peers That sit in Moses Chair and bow your ears To Widows just Complaints and Orphans tears Grave Fathers of the Church to you we come Begging for Justice though they say we are dumb If we were so indeed 't were well for some To you we render our complaints alasse None fitter then an Angel to appese The fray betwixt poor Bala'm