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The religion of the hypocritical presbyterians, in meeter
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Phillips, John, 1631-1706.
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almost expir'd time staies For no man friends then Antichrist shall fall Then down with Rome with Babel down with all Down with the Devil the Pope the Emperour With Cardinals and the King of Spain's great power They 'l muster up but I can tell you where At Armageddon there Beloved there Fall on fall on kill kill alow alow Kill Amaleck and Turk kill Gog and Magog too But who dear friends fed Daniel thus forsak'n Truly but there 's one sleeps a would do well to awak'n As 't is in th' English his name ends in Ock And so his name is called Habacuck But in th' original it ends in Ock For that dear sisters calls him have-a-Cock And truly I suppose I need not fear But that there are many have-a-Cocks here The Laud increase the number of have-a-Cocks Truly false Prophets will arise in flocks But as a farding candle shut up quite In a dark Lanthorn never giveth light Even such are they Ay but my brethren dear I 'am no such Lanthorn for my horns are clear But I shall now conclude this glorious truth With an exhortation to old men and youth Be sure to feed young Daniel that 's to say Feed all your Ministers that preach and pray First of all cause 't is good I speak that know so Fourthly cause 't is no evil for to do so Thirdly because 't is very good and twelfthly Cause there 's nought better unlesse I my self lye But now he smells the pyes begin to reak His teeth water and he can no longer speak And now it will not be amisse to tell ye How he was troubled with a woman's belly For she was full of caudle and devotion Which in her stomach raised a commotion For the hot vapours much did damnifie The woman went to walk in Finsbury So though a while she was sustain'd with ginger Yet at the length a cruel pain did twinge her And like as marble sweats before a shower So did she sweat and sweating forth did pour Her mornings draught of Sugar sops and Saffron Into her sighing neighbours cambrick apron At which a Lard she cry'd full sad to see The foul mishap yet suffer'd patiently How do you then she cry'd I 'me glad 't is up Ah sick sick sick cryes one oh for a cup Of my mint water that 's at home As patt as might be then the Parson cry'd 'T is good one holds her head let 't come let 't come Still crying just i' th' nick the Priest reply'd Yea like a stream ye ought to let it flow And then she reach'd and once more let it go Streight an old woman with a brace of chins A bunch of keys and cushion for her pins Seeing in earnest the good woman lack it Draws a strong-water bottle from her placket Well heated with her flesh she takes a sup Then gives the sick and bids her drink it up But all in vain her eyes begin to roul She sighs and all cry out alas poor soul One then doth pinch her cheek one pulls her nose Some blest the opportunity that were her foes And they reveng'd themselves upon her face S. Dunstans Devil was ne're in such a case Now Priest say what thou wilt for here 's a chat Begun of this great Empyrick and that Renowned Doctor what cures they have done I like not Mayern he speaks French sayes one Oh sayes another though the man be big For my part I know none like Dr. Trig. Nay hold you there sayes t'other on my life There 's none like Chamberlain the man midwife Then in a heap their own receipts they muster To make this gelly how to make that plaster Which when she heares but that now fainting lay Up starteth she and talkes as fast as they But they that did not mind this dolefull passio Followed their businesse on another fashion For all did write the Elder and the Novice Me thought the Church look't like the six Clerks office But Sermon 's done and all the folks as fast As they can trudge to Supper now make haste Down comes the Priest when a grave Brother meets him And putting off his narrow-brim'd hat thus greets him Deare Sir my Wife and I do you invite O' th' Creature with us to partake this night And now suppose what I prepare to tell ye The City-dame whose faith is in the belly Of her cramm ' Priest had all her cates in order That Gracious-street or Cheap-side can afford her Lo first a Pudding truly 't had more Reasons Than forty Sermons shew at forty seasons Then a Sur-loyne came in as hot as fire Yet not so hot as was the Priests desire Next came a shoulder of Mutton rosted raw To be as utterly abolisht as the Law The next in order was a Capon plump With an Use of Consolation in his rump Then came a Turky cold which in its life Had a fine tail just like the Citizens wife But now by 'r leave and worship too for hark ye Here comes the Venson put in Paste by Starky Which once set down there at the little hole Immediately in whips the Parsons soul. He saw his Stomacks anchor and believ'd That now his belly should not be deceiv'd How he leans ore the cheer toward his first mover While his hot zeal doth make his mouth run over This Pastie had Brethren too like to the Mayors Three Christmas or Minc'd pies all very fair Methought they had this Motto Though they flirt us And preach us down Sub pondere crescit virtus Apple-tarts Fools and strong cheese to keep down The steaming vapours from the Parsons crown Canary too and Claret eke also Which made the tips of their ears and noses glow Up now they rise and walk to their several chairs When lo the Priest uncovers both his ears Most gracious Shepherd of the Brethren all Thou saidst that we should eat before the Fall Then was the world but simple for they knew Not either how to bake or how to brew But happily we fell and then the Vine Did Noah plant and all the Priests drank wine Truly we cannot but rejoyce to see Thy gifts dispenc'd with such equality To us th' ast given wide throats and teeth to eat To the women knowledge how to dresse our meat Make us devoutly constant in thy cup And grant us strength when we shall cease to sup To bear away thy creatures on our feet And not be seen to tumble in the street We are thy sheep O let us feed feed on Till we become as fat as any Brawn Then let 's fall to and eat up all the cheer Straight So be it he cryes and calls for beer Now then like Scanderbeg he falls to work And hews the Pudding as he hew'd the Turk How he plough'd up the Beef like Forrest-land And fum'd because the bones his wrath withstand Upon the Mutton he fell not like a Lamb But
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