There they like Cocks-combs keep And Ignorant of sound Divinity They raile against our Churches Ministry And on our Church this foul aspersion put That she is of the Popish Roman cut Nay more then this for thus they lay it on They call our Church the Whore of Babilon They learning hate an Ancient Fathers name Must not be us'd by them the more 's their shame Yet mongst themselves they reverend Fathers have Of wisdom great of carriage finely grave First Father Cromp the Cobler he shall stand As being alwayes on the mending hand And Father Wills the Weaver cryes down theft Although to steal the Yarn he hath not left Then Father Talk the Patcher he will trie To Preach though quite besides the needles eye He put his thread Hee 'l overcast his Text And prating speak what to his Tongue comes next His Flock of Geâ—se for good his gaggling take Though Botcher-like he marres what he doth make And Father Axe the Butcher hath a vain That 's very killing All the Calves lie slain As at his Feet so powerfull is his preaching And Fools so love his Kill-Calf kind of Teaching But Father Thunder that 's a man of zeal Can eat a well-siz'd Pigge even at a meal He with his Thundring voice would Babel shake When yet himself doth but a Babel make The Asse though foldâ—d in a Lions Skin Yet when to bray he doth but once begin He proves himself a Long-card-Asse to be And brayeth forth his Asse-like foolâ—ry Then Father Bear that swinish grunting grub A â—reacher strange O how hee 'l thump a Tub. And Trâ—sh the Tâ—nker in he fiercely comes The Drummer of those rattling Kettle-Drummes Among them all a noise they make as good As do the Cataracts of Nilus flood Of which experience for a truth doth tell They 'r all made deaf who neer their noise do dwell In that same Nilus Croâ—adiles do breed Who love themselves upon mankind to feed And so those Preachers spoken of before Make lean their flock to fat themselves the more And then forsooth Fine simpering Mistrisse Pegge Who likes her best must have the Capons Legge And all of them have wondrous gifts in Prayer Petitions such as strongly pierce the Aire The same Petition they will oft repeat And bring themselves and Hearers to a sweat With voyce and gesture strangely violent 'gainst King Church State they shew their discontent They backward forward to and again do trace As if they running were the Wild-Goose chace Their zeal so drives themselves they know not whither And praying thus they 'l pray four houres together These by their powerfull zeal and zealous power To Widdows Houses creep and them devour All men of Spirit Holy Fathers named Who have our Church and true Religion shamed And these proud Fools they dare their King controll For Church upholders these their names enroll This is good stuffe like Popish Friety Fit to uphold the Churches Dignity All Brownists those without and they within Our Church are equall in Rebellions sinne These Brownists do our Bishops next oppose And in their zealous pride affiâ—m of those That Limbs of Roman Antichrist they be By which the world their Ignorance may see And laugh thereat For plainly it appears That Rome her self in first three hundred yeers Had Ruling Bishops numbred thirty two Who onely had in their own See to do And most of them who dyde not in their bed For Christs his Cause to Martyrdom were led For whom to dye they were exceeding g'ad This Honour they those Ruling Bishops had And yet when Constantâ—â—e was pleas'd to call First Nicene Councelâ— truly Generall Then under him and his â—mperiall Seaâ— There came together in that Councell Great Three Hundred Eighteen Bishops And all these Were Ruling Bishops in theâ— severall Sees That Blessed Councell to the Church gave Peace And did her bloody Persecutions cease And after that were Bishops thirty three Which saâ—e Succâ—ssively i th' Roman See O're them the Emperour was Soveraign Lord Unto whose Ruling power with one accord They all did humbly yeeld themselves And they Next under God did His command obey Unto the yeer six hundred â—ive 't is cleer Full fifty five Romes Bishops did appear Who were to th' Emperour true Subjects â—ound The word of Truth had laid no other ground But in the yeer six hundred neer the end The Roman Bishop sixty six no friend Was found to God or Church For then by name Came Boniface the third past Grace and shame He first the stile of Vniversall took And proudly did all Bishops over look That Time and person if observed well Doth unto us a speciall secret tell The Yeer six hundred Bishops sixty six The learned do the Beasts name rightly fix On him for Antichrist so long fore-told In Holy Scripturâ— where it stands enroll'd How Vniversall Priest he came to be The story of the Church doth let us see When Phâ—cas had the Emperour Maurice slain Unto himself the Empire then to gain He prayes that Boniface would then comply With him in that his Treasons Villany And Vowes if he but once the Empire get That Boniface in Church Supream shall set Be Vniversall Bishop onely he In Christian world the highest Lord should be By whose command all Bishops might be prest To yeeld obedience to his Lordly Hest This was the match The Empire Phocas had And Boniface the Highest Priest was made Thus Treason unto him conception gave And Murther then the Mid-wifes part would have Ambition was his Nurse The Milk him fed An Emperours blood by Phocas murthered So that the Legges whereon he proudly stood Were these Ambition Treason Murther Blood Sith on such grounds Romes Papacy doth stand What good is to be look't for at their hand Yet will I not condemn all Papists Nor Can think 't a blessed work which I abhorre To kill those that amongst us do remain For some we have free from the Jesuits strain Who if the Pope himself in Arms should bring An Army 'gainst the Kingdom and our King To King and Countrey would their love expresse And boldly fight against his Holinesse Though many Papists have bâ—en much misled This is the mind of those not Jesuited And for my speaking thus let no man doubt But still I wish to keep Romes Popery out And though you say you saw it very plain That Popery was coming in a main Laws ready made not one of them repeal'd They justly would that mischief soon have heal'd Without Rebellions help O bloody deed Against all Laws like Tyrants to proceed Browns Brownists then in this Rebellion who Are now the Rebels Papists No but you * And though you think that now our Bishops are Most Popish yet they never once did Warre Against our King as you do at this day And yâ—â— of them y' are not asham'd to say That in th' intention of their Policy They sought again to
'cause they all foresee The dolefull State of Englands miserie By this accurs'd Rebellion The whole Nation With speed now Posting unto desolation If thou good Subject bee'st remove those fears That make the Land powre out such bleeding tears 'T is more then time this fearfull storm to cease And nothing can â—ffect it but a Peace A happy Peace will both Ecclipses clear And Sunne and Moon in glory shall appear Each brightly shining in their proper spheare And then they will a glorious Peace uprear When Cynthia as a Servant unto Sol With one consent a happy union shall Twixt King and Subjects make and clouds disperse That be or shall be to our Peace averse This to effect Sir William reach thy hand And for thy King with resolution stand For Peace for Peace our Gracious King doth call Peace is that precious Pearl will please us all T is that will make both Church and State to flourish Blest be each Soul the means thereto doth cherish And blest art thou Sir William Waller when With heart and mind to this thou say'st Amen Amen Amen to this Amen say I Amen say all that love His Majesty The Fourth Song My Muse doth now make hast into the North To taste a Messe of Scottish ill made Broth And dine her self with Plummery and Keale Although she makes a very hungry meale And sooth to say and not at all to jest Shee 'l tell you whom she findeth at that feast BRave Limping Lesley Rebels welcome Guest Thy rough and boistrous blast blows North North East A Wind that 's good for neither Man nor Beast And yet inclos'd in Concave of thy brest Like Eolus thou send'st it forth from thence And mak'st thereby a raging violence Which doth produce a fearfull bleeding work All to uphold thy factious Scottish Kirk And bring a proud and up-start Presbytrie To Rule and sway in Englands Monarchie And in this work to further thy intâ—nt A Factious Force from England there is sent So that the Factious in both Kingdoms are Against their King met in Rebellious Warre Working therâ— by each Kingdoms fatall fall And this to do th' art made a Generall Doth Scotlands Kyrk thy actions look upon Allowing Ill that Good may come thereon Gods word then sure is not the Rule whereby They order all their seeming Sanctity All of thy Kyrk condemn I must not dare Among them sure some Learn'd Divines there are Some that are just and good and holy men With all my heart I love and reverence them But for the most the Swing of their intent Is unto Schisme and Faction chiefly bent The Brethren of the Parity are they Which in Rebellions Warre do bear most sway And for a true religious work allow it None of the Faction dare to dis-avow it Thou of that Brother-hood a Brother art And stand'st though halting strongly on their part Say not thou art a true Religious man Thy best is but a Rebel-Puritan Thou giv'st a mocking taunt to Purity And art but pure Religions Enemy Who plainly shew'st by thy Rebellious Course Thou hast no more Religion then a Horse Did ever Pure Religion teach this thing That Subjects might raise Warre against their King For any Cause or seeming good pretence No true Religion unto such offence Doth warrant give That false one doth of Rome Unto whole Tenent thou doest closely come Thus as the Devill to the Collyer cryed Like unto Like So thou with Rome dost side I care not though thou take my words in Snuffe I will not fear to give thy Pride a Cuffe Thy self thy words thy works all rude and rough Are Bastard-like base mis-begotten stuffe But in the wisdom of thine own conceit If thou dost think praise on thy Actions wait Then must I tell thee out of Wisdoms School That thou art left more hopelesse then a Fool The wisest King that ever Scotland bred Whose judgement was with understanding fed In things Divine to cleer each rais'd-up doubt There was like him in all the world through out Not any King It was his full intent To state both Kingdoms in one Government That Scholler like King and King of Schollers He The English and the Scottish Church did see Both of one Faith and that they might agree In Discipline with fuller unity Considering our English Form was found More pure then that of Scotland and more sound His whole endeavours he did then incline That Scots might use the English Discipline And to that end our Service-book he sent To them that they therewith might be content Which if with Ours it did not full agree Upon Complaint it should amended be And rightly judging that Episcopy Was bâ—st agreeing unto Manarchy He laboured that Scotlands Church might have Their learned Bishops godly wise and grave By this one Form of Discipline he knew Both Churches should be one though they were two And might appear full strong in their defence When in them both there was no difference But that blest work most proudly was withstood By those that were the Factious Brother-hood Whose malice did mischievously contrive Their Bishops all at once away to drive And in despight our Service book they throw Out of their Church A better yet I trow Nay more I dare 'gainst any undertake Those Factious Fooles could not can ever make Scarce one so good Of one thing I am sure The Scriptures Test it will throughout endure Here now begins Rebellion forth to break And Rebels mouths most lavishly do speak Gainst Gods Annoynted and belch out this lie That he did mean to bring in Poperie A thing which never came into his thought As knowing wel what works proud Rome hath wrought Yet now he finds his factious Subjects all Are in their works Rome-like Tyrannicall And thou proud Generall a man accurst If not the worst of all yet next the worst Do'st as a Chiefe in their Society Uphold this work of damn'd Impiety And with thee joyn our English Schismaticks The bratts of Hagar full of mocking tricks Our Mother-Church you all most proudly scorn As Hagar Sarah and each Isaack born Of hâ—r blest womb each childe of promise must With you as Off-scummes out of doore be thrust None are a Church but those of your new faction Lo how you joyn with Rome in this your action And this your monstrous buiâ—ding up to reare Against your King you proudly Arms do beare For why such sonnes of Desperation Can give themselves a Dispensation Two famous Kingdoms thus confounded are By Civill most uncivill barbarous warre The secret plot which did this work contrive Got life long since though then not seen alive To Luds great Town was sent from Edens land The Contract which fast joyned hand in hand This factious Crew by Vow and Oath to make This rue-full warre which dangerously doth shake Of either Kingdom their most strong foundation And threatneth both with direfull desolation For now ye see the Scottish Covenanter His Covenant dares to English Lords preferre
bring in Popery When they but thought in one conformity To state the Church her Peace to dignifie If Bishops all the self same thing had minded It had been well as now too late we find it Next to the Faith the Churches Peace to keep Which broken now makes thousand eyes to weep Faiths Doctrine when 't is kept uprightly sound Should outward Form the Churches Peace confound Our God you know the God of Order is Each Christian King had always power in this In his own Kingdom to determin so As all the Church might in one Order go In outward Form of Church-like Government * To which because our King his purpose bent Must your Rebellious Tongues with one Consent Say that it was his Majesties intent Again for sooth to bring in Popery In plain Terms truth to speak Rebels ye lye a Though Roman Bishops now are found to swerve From Rule of Truth must Bishops all deserve To be accompted Popes What have they don Since Reformation in our Church begun b King Edward and His Bishops they drove out Romes Popery and with resolution stout Withstood proud Râ—mes usurpt Supremaâ—iâ— And did our Churches evills remedy Our Queen Eliza with the full consent Of Englands then most happy Parliament Where all her Reverend Bishops joyntly met For they in Parliament have alwayes set King Edwards Laws confirmed and did scorn By Papall power to be overborn King Iames with his grave Bishops did comply To write 'gainst Rome and that most learnedly And in despight of Rome and Romes disdain Our Englands Church did in her Peace maintain And would not suffer any factious brain The honour of her setled Peace to stain And our King Charles and all his Bishops they Do hold their course even in the self same way Our good King and his Bishops now condemned Should rather for their care be much commended Old Rome at first with pious Bishops fil'd Our now-Religion was by them upheld Their Bishops all for first six hundred years As ours now are they were as it appears When Bishop Iewel's Challenge could not gain One Romish Bishop able to maintain Romes now-Religion in those points we fall Away from that which we do Popery call Why are our Bishops then so much despized No new Religion is by them devised The old Religion is by them revived Who never yet so vilâ—â— thing contrived As you haue done when for Religions saâ—e You do most vile Rebellion lawfull make Of Bishops Protestants I know this thing None ever prov'd a Traitor to his King Let Brownists then our Bishops let alone And know themselves for Rebels every one For what though some defects there might be found In some of them Yet firmly stands this ground A personall defect ne're takes away The Lawfulnesse of Place but still that may Be kept For this the Rule hath alwayes bin Uphold the place but take away the sin But now the place must quite unlawfull be When some defects we do in persons see Way given to this what Place can firmly stand Behold what course the Factious take in hand But which is strange as Bishops they defie So they against our Churches Prayers do crie And say the Church of Christ is much abus'd When those good Prayers of our Church are us'd The Church to give set forms of Prayer Now fic Where 's then the Spirit which immediately Inspires the Church and all her Ministry To pray to God and that effectually Know Moses did set forms of Prayer prescribe To Israels people even to every Tribe Which should be us'd when they in hand did take Their â—ourney with Gods Holy Arke to make Both at the taking up when they began Their daily March and when at even they came Unto their Resting Place Like holy forme By those by whom the Glorious Arke was born Was us'd in Prayer These Formâ—Moses gave Unto the Church Doth he deserve to have It said Fie on Him for his doing so What God allows who dare to it say no Gods word a form of blessing doth expresse And wills his Church in blessing so to blesse Then fie on those who cannot now abâ—de Set forms of Prayer but do them deride Know holy David Songs of Prayer and Praise Did form and penne that thereby he might raise The hearts of all Gods People up on high To pray unto and praise the Majesty Of our great God with Prayers and Praises fit Which might in them an holy zeal beget And then those Psalms unto the Church he sent Which there unto our God he did present Was then think you the Church of God abus'd By them by whom those holy forms were vs'd Our holy Common-Prayer-book first pen'd By those who did for Christ their blood expend Should not I think be as it is depraved By wilfull Fools who will a Masse-book have it Those that compiled it Romes Masse did hate And Englands Church in true Religion state Those then by whom that Book is now refused By them God and his Church is most abused And yet at this we need not wonder much For why their pride and arrogance is such As even that Prayer which Christ himself did make They most blasphemously in scorn do take When Barrow stood at Tyburn in a Cart Under the Gallows praying in his heart The lookers on to him did humbly say In the Lords â—rayer Sir let 's hear you pray He shal't his head and did refuse to do it And so was hang'd Their pride may bring them to it But yet there do some other things remain Which they accompt do so Religion stain As those to use they highly do disdain And would all others should with them refrain To touch such trash or neer them once to come As being Reliques of the Church of Rome In outward things who do Religion place To true Religion do a foule disgrace But what things are they that their Conscience scare O Monstrous things Such as most fearfull are I 'le shew you them and so you 'l cleerly see What terrible and fearfull things they be Our harmlesse Ceremonies do them fright Our Gesture Habit each of them a Spright And scares them Now by this you may descrie The strangenesse of their fearfull foolerie Should things indifferent Divisions make When Truth commandeth that for Christ his sake To every Ordinance of man not bent Against the Faith we be obedient The Conscience should be rul'd by Rule of faith And what I say I 'me sure the Scripture saith But factious Fools to give themselves content Have worse then Roman Souldiers basely rent The unscam'd Coat of Christ in pieces and To justifie their work in Arms they stand So that our Brown with Brownists now consents Even to dispute with cutting Arguments Browne no lesse fearfull seemes thy Cocks-comb head Then Lion Rampant in Cake Ginger bread But stay my Muse thy mark thou tak'st amisse For Browne will say that
Church will plead And those who will not his commands obey He all of them will in his presence slay This Church is Solomons delightfull Bed For whose defence His Warrâ—ers expert bred About it stands and will defend it well As valiants for his chosen Israel In Arms they watch their Armour shining bright Because of fears which may be in the night There Legions of Angels pitch their Tents Right glorious is the strength of that defence Which keeps the Church In it Divisions bred Shall ne're divide the Body from her Head There is a time in which her Warres shall cease The unity of Spirit in bond of Peace Shall then be kept when Subjects and their King Unto their God shall thankfull Praises sing And wouldst thou Brown be of that Heavenly Quire A better spirit must thy soul inspire Then that thou now dost breathe with For above Know that there is no roome for such as love And live in wayes of Blood and Rebels are To God and his Annointed Such are farre Out of the way to Heaven I must thee tell It is thy Case thy wayes lead swift to Hell Thy soul is sick unto the death O take Some course that may thy Soul right healthy make I once will be thy Doctor and will give Thee a Receipt which us'd will make thee live Ith'state of Grace a Christian sound and right To God-ward and thy King That when the night Of death shall come thou shalt thy Saviour see Unto thy endlesse joyes embracing thee And here because the Trade thou best dost know Is that of Wood-monger I will thee show To make a Faggot which shall do the deed And work a perfect cure in thee with speed A Faggot of full length and equall size It shall be and beyond all wordly prize Take thou Repentance Faith Hope Love with these Take Peace these to the purpose will thee please Faith joynes with Truth Hope will not them forsake Loves joynes the sticks and Peace the bond doth make Which binds the Faggot strongly up together Such Faggots make for London send them thither Lud's people move of thee to buy their wood Wood-mongers Wharf hath none that 's hall so good Full sure I am were it their hearts desire Of Faggots of this kind to make their Fire It would their cold and frozen joynts refresh And make them new and hearty joyes expresse Their Gates they 'd open and their Bells would ring And Bonefires make to entertain their King And curse the day that they seduced were Against their King and Countrey to appeare In Arms They then would learn to hate That Factious Crue which hath abus'd the state Yea they would deeply then abhorre themselves Because they have been such ungracious Elves To forward this Rebellion Such a Crime Each circumstance considered no time Before did yeeld the like Then out of hand Knock off and do not like a Rebell stand Against a King thou know'st right gracious is A King so prompt to pardon thine amisse He for his Peoples good so deerly loves The thing call'd Peace that every stone he moves To gain it Then unto thy King coms in And let Rebellion be no more thy sinne Peace is a Lady beautifull and sweet Who wooes her winnes her and doth blessings meet Which Crown the Christian heart for she doth bring That which will make us here and eversing And therefoâ—â— let all Christians undertake To follow Peace for Iesus Christ his sake The seventh Song Say not to whom for that 's already said By him to say who will not be afraid LOrd Say how well thy own bru'de Ale doth taste And thou shalt find it sharp and sowre at last When thou thy Generall and thy Colonell Fines Do reap the guerdon of black Treasons lines Say Say no more nor of Religion bost A Rebell Schismatick th' art at the most For true Religion never yet durst take Up Arms 'gainst Gods Annointed and to make Rebellion seeme to be a Lawfull thing For Subjects to rebell against their King Was this the Roundnesse of your Round-heads plot Roundly 'mong Rebbels to cast in their lot The Brooks whose streames your blotted hopes did nourish One Muskets shot spoil'd all that painted flourish And shew'd the fall of those whose foul intents Are masked up in Gospell Ornaments As Sathan shining in an Angels light Such is the glory of an Hypocrite And such is thine thy base Hypocrisie Will close thy name in endlesse infamy Woe woe be to thee thou hast brought a shame On thy Religion and Professions name Then what thou dost there 's no more shamefull thing Then let it shame and shames confusion bring As recompence upon the heads of those Rebels who are our Kings and Countreys foes To what is said who more can any say How to prevent the coming of that day When all the Sayes shall say and saying think The sowrest dreggs of their own Ale to drink It true repentance could possesse the mind Then Gods Annointed they should suâ—rly find As God himself most ready to forgive Say so so do and in so doing live Or else run on in Treasons villany And dye a death that dyes eternally FINIS * Joshua 6. 4. Seven Trumpets of Rams-Hornes Judges 7. 16. Gâ—deons 300. broken Pit hers 1 Sam. 17. 49. Young little and unarmed David with a Stone and a Slinge to overcome and slay the triple armed Gyant great Goliah Iob. 20. 6 7. * In the Reign of Edw. 2. * 41. H. 3. In the time of that mad Parliament at Oxford called The Assembly of Rebels This King Hâ—n 3. Reigned 56. yeers and saw the fall of all his Enemies And his Sonne Edw. 1. Reigned wondrous happily and by his Subjects was supplied most bountifully and never contradicted by any Parliam So may it be with our K. Charles Amen * Edward the 2. Imprisoned in Berkley Castle and there cruelly murthered and Richard the second Imprisoned in Pontefract Castle and there murthered Both these Kings were deposed by unlawfull Assemblies which were not rightly to be called Parliaments Ipsa dies mater quandoque noverca est * William of Nassaw Pro Deo Pro Rege pro Grege pro Lege * See Heylins Geography of Brittish Isles pag. 510. English men for that they wonneth them to drunkennesse to Treason and to rechlesnesse of Gods house first by Danes and then by Normans and the third time by Scots whom they holden least worth of all they shallen be overcome Then the world shall be unstable and so divers and variable that the unstablenesse of thoughts shall be betokened by many manner diversity of Cloathing * Odi Sophistam qui sibi non sapit Brownists Greenway Barrow Penry Penry flies to Scotland They will have Kings unto them subjected Kings Supremacy Two sorts of Brownists The first sort They Rule against our Church Their Reverend Fathers Their zealous Prayers They raile against Bishops The singular piety of Roman Bishops in the first 300. yeers Bishop's Subject to the Emâ—perour Boniface the Pope the first Roman Bishop that exaâ—â—d himself above all other Bishops The number of the Beast 666. made up in him How Boniface came to be Vniversall Bishop by Phocas Many Papists good Suâ—jects The Authâ—rs disaffection to Popery Our Laws of Force to keep out Popery * The false Scandall of Bishops bringing in Popery * His Majesty unjustly Scandalized for intending to bring in Popery a Though the late Roman Bishops have erred from the Truth yet the Bishops of the Church of England have stoutly defended the Truth b Our Princes have stood for it King Edward Queen Elizabeth King James King Charles Olâ—â—Romes Religion and our now-Religion all 〈◊〉 Brownists except against the Churches set Forms of Prayer And are answered Num. 10. 25. â—0 Num. 6. 22 to 27. The compilers of our Common-Prayer Book Brownists despise the Lords Prayer Barrow Brownistâ— against wholsome Ceremonies They ought not to seperate from the Church for things indifferent The second sort of Brownists Burton Bastwick Prynne Great undertakers Rebellion upon meere Iealousies The Princ's Care to keep out Popery The upholding of true Religion pretended by the Rebels but truly performed by King Charles The Rebels intent to root out Papists The Schismaticks of all three Kingdoms joyn to make up this Rebellion Scotland must begin it Rebellion in Ireland The Moneys gathered for suppressing the Rebels in Ireland converted to maintain Rebellion in England The Rebels pretend maintaining the Laws a cause of taking up Arms The Subjects Right destroyed by this Rebellion Seditious Ministers the summe of their Sermons This Rebellion would root out the honourable that the common people might rule What is to be done to restore Peace Pope Urban the 8. Protestants and Papists to live lovingly together The French Cardinall Romes Church was as ours now is * That is to say Divisions