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cause_n	king_n	kingdom_n	law_n	3,513	5	4.8070	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35863	A Dialogue between a papist and a Quaker		1680 (1680)	Wing D1298; ESTC R26696	2,012	10

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A Papist and a Quaker QUAKER MY Friend well met I wonder where thou 'st been What hast thou flow'n for fear thou shouldst Sure thy Religion en't so good as out be seen We fear no Magistrates not higher Powers The Light within us now so brightly shine That now methinks thy Tapers much declines Yea Yea my friend it is without all doubt Our Light within that puts your Tapers out I find my Friend that you have nor a Lay Man That can compare with any yea and nay Man PAPIST Why do you tax me for forsaking those Who is they find me will my Corps dispose First to the Gallows thence unto the Gates Where some of our Saints have had their Fates There to be plac'd unto the view of such Who if there were a thousand would not grutch But laughing say here is the Corps of those That would our King most willingly depose Forth from his Throne and made it their Delight To Rob poor English Protestants of Right QUAKER Why dost thou think that we have no Design To make our power full as great as thine What though we do hold forth the Pope is naught And that no Bulls nor Pardons can be bought You ll find our Faith will prove to be as good As yours who by the publick's understood Before those people Protestants we roar And do exclaim and say the Pope's a Whore Of Babylon yet you shall find That we are clearly of another mind PAPIST Well done my Friend it is great Pollicy To cloak such choise Designs by secresy You by pretended Zeal have such a wile That may poor simple Protestants beguile They take you though you 'r Wolves to be but Sheep And think by such they may securely sleep Not thinking such poor Innocents can be Such plotting Firing Blood suckers as we When if they should but search I fear they 'd find That ye are Wolves for murdering Sheep design'd QUAKER I pray thee Friend now do but mind the Light Which is within us and doth shine so bright It doth put out the Light of others Eyes That they poor Souls cant see their Enemies They are deluded by our yea and nay And think we always mean as we do lay But they will find unto their Detriment That we to ruine them are fully bent And only cloak our great Designs by wiles As Crafty Faulconers harmless bird beguiles PAPIST I find my Brother you as Guilty are Of that which Protestants pretends a Snare Laid by us only whom I must confess Were the contrivers of this wickedness Whilst ye assist us with this fine pretence That ye are mirrours of all innocence Which they believe whil'st ye do lye perdue Upon the Scout to hear what Plot is new Which when ye secretly do understand You will not fail to lend your helping hand QUAKER My Friend I tell thee for thy future good I wonder much thou hast not understood With what obscurity we do design The simple Protestants to undermine Surely my Friend thou hast not quite forgot How formerly we mannaged a Plot We by pretended Innocense did cause The overthrow both of our King and Laws Yet still we are thought to be innocents Only we are condemn'd for Male-contents PAPIST If thus ye have by innocent disguise Made King and Kingdome Laws and all a Prize Or your Assistance we may make no doubt For Treachery once harbour'd ne're will out And if of subtle Plotters we grow scant Wee 'l search amongst ye to supply our want But if we should do so a pox upon 't The Pope will say 't is Quakers that have don 't Then all our Works by him will be despis'd And we for Saints shall ne're be Cannoniz'd QUAKER Fear not my Friend we 'l Rob thee of thy due But let us weigh what we intend to do My Conscience checks me with a thousand stings And says 't is hainous for to murder Kings Me thinks I hear the Bloud for Vengence cry Of Charles the first who innocent did dye And shall we then embrew our hand again In Royal Bloud nay let King Charles remain To be our Guide let him the Scepter sway And as he is Supream let us obey PAPIST If once you talk of Conscience I have done For our Religion will allow of none The Pope allows of it and says 't is just We may contrive to please our carnal Lust And for Revenge we murder may commit And vve do justly vvhen vve practise it Our Doctor says a Dose of Royal Bloud Against Distempers is exceeding good Shall vve despise it then for this pretence We are afraid of checks of Conscience QUAKER Thou vile pretender to the Christian-Faith Mind vvhat the Spirit novv vvithin me saith It tells thee thus thou may'st-not hurt the King Unless thou vvilt thy Soul to Ruine bring Then offer not that Royal blood to touch One drop of vvhich vvill stain thy Soul so much Think not of the allovvance of the Pope For vvhich the Lavvs vvill noose thee in 〈◊〉 Rope But rather think hovv thou thy mind may'st bring To love and honour Charles our Gracious King PAPIST What fond delusions vvorks vvithin thy Pate Wilt thou to us novv prove a Reprobate I thought you had been faithful in your vvays But you delude us vvith your yeas and nays Ne're more I l'e trust a Quaker for thy sake Thou to assist us once didst undertake But novv our Plot is Rotten at the Root You cry your Conscience vvould not let you do 't Hence Quaker hence I have no more to lay But this I 'le cautious be of Yea and Nay FINIS