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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A45334	Funebria floræ the downfall of May-games: wherein is set forth the rudeness, prophaneness, stealing, drinking, fighting, dancing, whoring, mis-rule, mis-spence of precious time, contempt of God, and godly magistrates, ministers and people, which oppose the rascality and rout, in this their open prophanenesse, and heathenish customs. Occasioned by the generall complaint of the rudenesse of people in this kind, in this interval of settlement. Here you have twenty arguments against these prophane sports, and all the cavills made by the belialists for the time refelled and answered. Together with an addition of some verses in the cloze, for the delight of the ingenious reader. By Tho. Hall, B.D. and pastor of Kings-norton.	Hall, Thomas, 1610-1665.	1661 (1661)	Wing H434A; ESTC R177805	36,599	55

mirth and great content I do inlarge their conscience And qualifie each great offence I take away all fear of evil Of sin and hell of death and devil I tell them 't is a time to laugh To give themselves free leave to quaff To drink their healths upon their knee To mix their talk with ribaldry To reel and spue to brawl and fight To scoff and rail with all their might I bid men cast off gravity And women eke their modesty Old crones that scarce have tooth or eye But crooked back and lamed thigh Must have a frisk and shake their heel As if no stitch nor ache they feel I bid the servant disobey The childe to say his Parents nay The poorer sort that have no coin I can command them to purloin All this and more I warrant good For 't is to maintain neighbour-hood The Pope's a friend to Letchery Witness his Stews for Venery In this I come not far behinde I give them leave to take their kinde I have allurements for the same As they do know that love the game First mirth doth make their passions warm Then liquor strong their lust doth charm Then dancing gestures looks and words More fewel to their fire affords And ' cause their works do hate the light Wee take th' advantage of the night Which covers with dark Canopy The means producing bastardy The Pope doth challenge power divine I next to him may say 't is mine I can command more countenance Than can the Lords own Ordinance They do to mee their love convert That from the Church withdraw their heart I can command from them great cost Who on the poor would think it lost For mee they will adventure life They flye the Gospels threatned strife The honour of the Sabbath day My dancing-greens have ta'en away Let Preachers prate till they grow wood Where I am they can do no good The Pope doth every where beat down The haters of his triple Crown Bell Book and Candle do defie Such as will not on him relye And to effect his dear intent New Locusts still from Hell are sent That fill the world with villanies And act each where their Tragedies Sometimes mens lands sometimes their state Must pay for 't ' cause they do him hate And have not I as powerful wrath To work the world as great a scath Have not I vassals like the Devil To pay such with all kinde of evil That ' gainst mee spake or dare to frown Much more that say they 'l pull mee down These brave my foes unto their face And glad this office to imbrace In colour that they plead for mee They 'l fight against all honesty To make their foes seem odious They 'l first proclaim them factious They 'l term them Rebels to the State And say they seek to innovate And breed disorder in each thing Yea that they hate their Soveraign King And if they be not purg'd the Land Nor Church nor Commonwealth can stand Then Libels foul are cast abroad When filthy slanders lay on load Incarnate Devils wee them call Of men most vile the worst of all Rogues Theeves and Drunkards saith our pen Compar'd with these are honest men And as for Papists oh they are Subjects more true than these by far Yea Puritans wee do them prove All such as do not May-poles love And if some matter there bee found That wants good proof to make it sound Wee have whole dozens prest to swear And freely false witness to bear Yea when my Rogues do victuals want When mony cloths and all grow scant Then forth a forraging they go And fall upon our common foe No pillage seemeth half so good As what is stollen from th' brotherhood Thus do wee joy our foes to grieve And 't is our death that they do live And lest you think my stately port Maintain'd alone by th' baser sort I have some of a better note That jet it in a silken coat I cannot boast much of their grace But this I le say they 're men of place Whose Country-worship hath great praise For May-polizing now adaies Though cold enough in better things In this they reign like Parish-Kings Though bit to th' bare by Usury Yet prodigal to maintain mee Yea Gentiles of the Female kinde To mee devoted have their mind They keep my Festivals with joy And fence mee from my foes annoy Themselves sometimes will lead the dance And Tomboy-like will leap and prance And though they seem O fatal hap As light as feathers in their Cap Yet how much bound to them am I To grace mee with their levity And more than these some learned men Perhaps Divines what say you then That have disputed oft in Schools I hope these are no simple fools These stifly do maintain my cause To bee according to Gods Laws They say I benefit the poor And help t' increase the Churches store They 'l make them good were 't not for mee All love would perish speedily They Champion-like dare to maintain That Papists to the Church I gain Where neither fear of God nor man Can make them come These say I can O leap for joy yee Papists all Sith these do you my Converts call And cleave no more to Popish Rites You are Sir May-poles Proselites Now Traveller learn more grace to show And see that thou thy betters know Thou hear'st what I say for my self I am no Ape I am no Elf I am no base ones Parasite I am this great worlds Favorite And sith thou must now part mee fro Let this my blessing with thee go There 's not a Knave in all the Town Nor swearing Courtier nor base Clown Nor dancing Lob nor mincing Quean Nor Popist Clerk bee 't Priest or Dean Nor Knight debaucht nor Gentleman That follows Drabs or Cup or Can That will give thee a friendly look If thou a May-pole canst not brook FINIS a An old Roman Strumpet the Goddess of May-Games b Una dolo Divúm c. Aeneid lib. 4. c The Flesh d Adultery e Fornication f Lasciviousness g Drunkenness h Carm. lib. 2. Ode 13. Hodie mihi Juppiter esto cras mihi truncus eris ficulnus inutile lignum Cantants fremunt perstrepunt tumultuantur fu●entibus similes insanire videntur Nicol. de Clemangis de novis celebritatibus non instituendis Vetus fabula novi histriones Quid tristes queremoniae si non supplicio culpa reciditur quid leges sine moribus vanae proficiunt Horat Carm. l. 3. Ode 24. Against Healths See my Comment on 2 Tim. 3. 3. p 94. I have this from an eye-witness and cannot but mourn to think that those who should bee teachers of others have learnt no better themselves Surgunt indocti rapiunt coelum c. Yea in some places Maids drink Healths upon their knees 'T is vile in men but abominable in women There were two persons of quality that some years since drank this Kings Health upon their knees and not