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cause_n	church_n	just_a	whole_a	2,767	5	6.2168	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54774	The religion of the hypocritical presbyterians, in meeter	Phillips, John, 1631-1706.	1661 (1661)	Wing P2097; ESTC R36676	13,680	25

Cushion being loth When the fierce Priest his Doctrine hard unbuckles That in the passion he should hurt his knuckles Nay in the Church-yard too was no small throng And on the window-barres in swarms they hung Nay I could see that many Short-hand wrote Where listning well I could not hear a jote Friend this is strange quoth I but he reply'd Alas your ears are yet unsanctify'd But Sermon 's done and evening now approaches The people walk for none dare go in coaches And as they go God Grace and Ordinances Is all their chat seem in heav'nly trances Thus they trim up their souls with holy words Shaving off sin as men shave off their beards To grow the faster sins they cry are fancies The Godly live above all Ordinances Now they 're at home and have their suppers eat When Thomas cries the Master come repeat And if the windows gaze upon the street To sing a Psalm they hold it very meet But would you know what a preposterous zeal They sing their Hymnes withall then listen well The Boy begins Hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum Hum hum hum hum Thomas hum hum Did you enter down the ten yards of water'd-tabby to the Lady in Covent-garden Hum hum Yes Sir hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum hum Pray remember to receive the hundred pound in Gracious-street to morrow Hum hum hum Hum hum hum hum Mary hum hum hum hum Anon forsooth Pray remember to rise betimes to morrow morning you know you have a great many cloathes to sope hum hum hum hum c. But Sunday now good night and now good morrow To thee oh Covenant Wednesday full of sorrow Alas my Lady Anne wont now be merry She 's up betimes and gone to Alderman-bury Truly 't was a sad day for every sinner Did feast a supper then and not a dinner Nor men nor women wash their face to day Put on their cloathes and pisse and so away They throng to Church just as they sell their ware In greasie hats and old gowns worn thread bare Where though th' whole body suffered tedious pain No member yet had more cause to complain Than the poor nose when little to its ease A Chandlers cloak perfum'd with candle-grease Commixing sents with a Sope-boylers breeches Did raise a stink beyond the skill of Witches Now steams of Garlick through the nostrils passage Made thorough-fairs hell take their bold embassage With these mundungus and a breath that smells Like standing-pools in subterraneal cells Compos'd Pomanders to out-stink the Devil Yet strange to tell they sufferd all this evil Nor to make water all the while would rise The women sure had spunges 'twixt their thighs To stir at this good time they thought was sin So strictly their devotion kept them in Now the Priest's elbows do the cushion knead While to the people he his Text doth read Beloved I shall here crave leave to speak A word he cries and winks unto the weak The words are these Make haste and do not tarry But unto Babylon thy dinner carry There doth young Daniel want in the Den Thrown among Lyons by hard-harted men Here my Beloved and then he reaches down His hand as if he 'd catch the Clerk by th' crown Not to explain this pretious Text amiss Daniel's the subject Hunger th' object is Which proves that Daniel was subject to hunger But that I mayn't detain you any longer My Brethren all prick up your ears and put on Your senses all while I the words unbutton Make haste I say make haste and do not tarry Why my Beloved these words great force do carry Au 't is a waundrous emphatical speech Some men Beloved as if th' had lead i' their breech Do walk and some as snails do creep as fast Truly my Brethren these men do not make haste But be ye quick dear Sisters be ye quick And lest ye fall take hope hope 's like a stick To Babylon Ah Babylon that word 's a weighty one Truly 't was a great City and a mighty one Which as the learned Rider well records Semiramis did build with brick and bords Wicked Semiramis Oh how I stretch My spirit is mightily provok'd against that wretch Lustfull Semiramis for will I wist Thou wert the mother of proud Antichrist Nay like to Levi and Simeon from antiquity The Pope and thee were Sisters in iniquity Strumpet Semiramis like her was non For she built Babylon Ah! she built Babylon But Brethren be ye good as she was evil Must ye needs go because she 's gone to the Devil Thy dinner carry Here may we look upon A childe of God in great affliction Why what does he aile Alas he wanteth meat Now what Beloved was sent him for to eat Truly a small matter one a dish of pottage But pray what pottage Such as a small cottage Afforded only to the Country swains From whence though not a man the place explains 'T is guess'd that neither Christmas pottage 't was Nor white-broth nor capon-broth good for sick maws Nor milk-porrage or thick pease-porrage either Nor was it mutton-broth nor veal-broth neither But sure some homely stuff crum'd with brown-bread And thus was Daniel good Daniel fed Truly this was but homely fare you 'll say Yet Daniel good Daniel was content that day And though there could be thought on nothing cheaper Yet fed as well on 't as he had been a reaper Better eat any thing than not at all Fasting Beloved why 't is prejudiciall To the weak Saints Beloved 't is a sin And thus to prove the same I will begin Hunger Beloved why this hunger mauls Au 't is a great mauler it breaks stone-walls Now my Beloved to break stone-walls you know Why 't is flat felony and there 's great woe Follows that sin besides 't is a great schism 'T is ceremonious 't is Pagan Judism Judism why Beloved have you ere been Where the black Dog of Newgate you have seen Hair'd like a Turk with eyes like Antichrist He doth and hath ye Brethren long entic't Claws like a Star-chamber Bishop black as hell And doubtlesse he was one of those that fell Judism I say is uglier than this dog Truly caetera's not so foul a hog Thrown among Lyons by hard-harted men Here Daniel is the Church the World 's the Den. By Lyons are meant Monarchs Kings of Nations Those worse than heathenish abominations Truly dear friends these Kings and Governours These Bishops too nay all superiour powers Why they are Lyons Locusts Whales I Whales beloved Off goes our ears if once their wrath be moved But woe unto you Kings woe to you Princes 'T is fifty and four now Antichrist so saies My book must reign three daies and three half daies Why that is three years and a half beloved Or else as many precious men have proved One thousand two hundred and threescore daies Why now the time 's