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A67421
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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.
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Wallis, Ralph, d. 1669.
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Wing W618; ESTC R236681
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soon eat our meat That thus fell to our broth Where are the thousand men become That sought for reformation Doct. Ravis A rare bird with his heady book Soon wrought their desolation Ho! they 'ld have superstition down Dumb Ministers supprest They would have no non residente Each pastor flock must feed And yet have but due recompence Here were a world indeed They'l'd no commendam's have they'l'd no Pluralities permit They shout at Rovers yet how right These Oxford heads they hit They would have mended many things In Common-prayer-book In fine they would have Discipline Which none of us can brook 'T is Discipline I say 't again That we cannot abide And have therein all formal men And Prelates on our side And newters our Religion like And civil men no doubt Yet should it come to parting wealth It 's fear'd they would stand out They would join close for House and State For Countrey Children Wives It 's thought they would not part with these But jointly venture lives 'T is this heark in your ear a word That puts us to our pause That we try not by dint of Sword the goodness of our-our-cause Protes Avaunt you peevish plotting Priest You Jaylor keep him sure And hear him longer they that list I will it not endure See how he hath the bloody minds Of Popish crew discry'd More meet their cause by Princes Lawes At Tyburn should be try'd And are our Prelates Popish then I thought they had been wise I took them for good Protestants Though none of them precise Oft have I heard a speech it is No less a just complaint Of Priests and Papists liberty And Puritans restraint I mean such as those Imps do tearm That means of grace withstand And under that pretence molest The quiet of the Land This Practiser dissembles not Whom Papists mean to strike He tells us plainly whom the Pope And Prelates love alike He brings to mind an adage old Which once I saw in verse It 's not so new or old as true I will it here rehearse Lord Bishops make dumb Ministers Whence ignorance doth spring Hence Popery thence Treachery ' Gainst Countrey State and King Why stay I thus and presently Betake me not to Court And in the ears of Prince and Peers This Conference report Is Princes life so little worth Is Countreys love so cold Shall Wives and Children be to Sword As sheep to slaughter sold Much better true Church Rule were sought That those things might be staid Then Popery or Prelacy That favours it endur'd We shall be counted Puritans Too strict men screpulous Better we wrongfully so tearm'd Then justly treacherous Who ever heard that such as stand For Christs true Discipline In Popish Plot had head or hand In treacherous design Intreat we then His Majesty The Prelates may restore To the Church her ancient Parish Right Usurping it no more It s this you see would daunt our foes Our Friends would gratifie Our State secure judgments remove And blessing multibly But if we walking as before Christs Discipline withstand Some fearfull Plague and judgement sure Will overtake the Land The Lord hath sent his messengers But we have them disgrac'd His Prophets mockt his Ministers Suspended and dis'placed Some are disperst others despis'd In Prison some remain Some ended have their dayes in bands Whose blood doth yet Complain Their Wives and Children here and there Expos'd to misery No marvel if ere long we hear There 's now no remedy But let 's have these restor'd Let no dumb Ministers be made Let such as have crept in return Unto their former Trade Let learned Hildersham go forth Who knows him knows 't were meet He Preaching were not Prisoner In Kings-bench or the Fleet Let other more be set at large Let Ashby men be gone Let Leicester men have their discharge Let Banbury men alone Down with that cursed Office-Oath Let Ceremonies cease Unjust subscription scourge of truth And bane of Churches Peace The things their Patrons count but toyes Le ts banish hence with speed Let learned men not formal boyes Be set the Flock to feed In brief let 's all submit to Christ Our Prophet Priest and King At 's this t' our Countrey State and selves In the end will safety bring But as for those that be his foes And will not have him raign In wofull plight into his fight They shall be brought and slain An Exhortation to Bishops Come down ye Bishops fear a fall Your Kingdom 'gins to shake The hand is writing on the wall Which makes your knees to quake Your Buildings like a tottering wall The ground-works laid in sand Come down it will take Babels fall Sure long it cannot stand Your Language is confounded sure Ye wote not what to say And yet to build up Babels Tower You still bring Clods of Clay But all this while you patch and piece With paltry stuff indeed So that in th' end the mark you 'le miss When you hope best to speed It is not Jeroboams Calves Can save you I am sure Nor yet your cruel Canon Lawes Can make your Kingdom dure You have deprived many a man For breaking mens Decrees But for the Lawes of God not one That doth his living leese How can this stand with equity Resolve me this I pray To maintain Guides that cannot see And thrust the good away For let him be the vilest wretch That lives under the Sun If he will wear a Surplice And Cross the Child with Thumbe He is countenanced still by you Much better than the best If this prove not to be too true Then let me have no rest You sell most foul adulteries For Silver and for Gold The poor must crouch upon his knees By you to be absolv'd And sometimes you bless Jack for Gill If Silver do appear If not then sometime say you will Poor knave what dost thou here You think to have your Heaven here And after Heaven too But I can tell you in your ear That will be much adoe For you be grown so monstrous great Even now a dayes of late That it will go hard for you to get In at the Narrow Gate Wherefore me thinks 't were best If you could so agree To let your hearts have now no rest Till you unladen be Of all this Pomp and glorious train Which caused God to frown Which sin of yours he doth so hate That sure you must come down For sure the Word of God is True and do it not forget He will pluck up I say to you Those plants he never set But prethee Husband seeing the seminary Priest tels the Sabellicus Platina Sabellicus Platina Exorcizo te Creatura salis aquae per Deum vivum Sanctum c. Protestant that we had these things from them how may it appear Wife History reports it Pius Primus brought the conjured font into the Roman Church Anno 547. in a most fearful manner as I read in the old Church Rubrick Pope Higanus
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