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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95576	Rebells anathematized, and anatomized: or A satyricall salutation to the rabble of seditious, pestiferous pulpit-praters, with their brethren the weekly libellers, railers, and revilers, Mercurius Britannicus, with the rest of that sathanicall fraternity. / By John Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1645 (1645)	Wing T501; Thomason E285_13; ESTC R200070	3,531	8

REBELLS Anathematized And Anatomized OR A Satyricall Salutation to the Rabble of seditious pestiferous Pulpit-praters with their Brethren the Weekly Libellers Railers and Revilers Mercurius Britannicus with the rest of that Sathanicall Fraternity By JOHN TAYLOR OXFORD Anno Domini 1645. LO I the Man whose stout impartiall quill Dares venture to confront the damned Crew Knaves who make will their law and law their will And from the Presse and Pulpit slanders spew Such as with seven great Devils are possest Besides of small ones Legions infinite Whose fiery Furies doth our Peace molest And to disturbe us fight back-bite and write First Lucifer inspires 'em all with Pride Next Sathan gives 'em wrath and dire disdain Their malice still Belzebubs power doth guide And Mammon gives 'em thirst of lawlesse gain Belphegor is the god of Gluttony And Abaddon rules Sloth and Idlenesse Last Asmodaeus gives 'em Lechery And these seven Devils the Rebells do possesse And these have made them mad and madly rise Against the Lord of Hosts and his Anointed Who by their Preaching and their printed Lyes Our Church Lawes States and Freedomes have disjointed Wither that dainty Darling of the Dolts The Scout the Scotish Dove and the Diurnall These like to Gothams Archers shoot their bolts And madly strive the Truth to overturne all Bold Booker soares above the nineteenth spheare And tells us newes of strange prodigious Comets Portending Treasons all which once a yeare Most Astrologicall he squirts and vomits The Scribe that writes the Weekes Intelligence Th' Occurrents and the flying lying Poste To do 'em service I le be at expence T' allow them every day a Gravesend Toast These with the Cobling Tub pernicious Preachers With Prinne and Burton sweet-fac'd crop-ear'd Curres These Parliamentall props these Treason Teachers Have in three Kingdomes kept most stinking stirres Therefore yee misled Coxcombs all take heed Believe no more those cursed sonnes of Belial Their damned Counsels makes poore England bleed And doth from God and your Alleageance steale yee all Outragious Mars hath stolne Astreas sword And wrong with down right blowes hath knock'd right down Whilest universally it is deplor'd That no man can with Justice own his own Mean men to men of meanes you up have mounted And men of me●es you have to mean men turn'd The worst of Villaines you have best accounted God's peace the King's and Kingdomes yee have scorn'd London and Westminster ye 'ave been the Chaire Of violence t' Act mischiefes by a Law Prepare your selves expect the dismall yeare Which you or your forefathers never saw The time will come when all these royall graces And peacefull offers which you scorn'd and slighted You shall be glad to beg for and your faces Full of confusion pittilesse despighted Your Propositions Puppy sitions rather Which you to Oxford sawcily did bring And after that to Vxbridge men may gather Your meanings to the Kingd●me Church and King You knew before you came your bold demands Unfit for you to aske or any Subjects Or for a King to grant that understands Himselfe or loyall Servants from base Abjects Your Parliament pretended coynes pretences And to pretend Peace you are still resolv'd And still run on in treacherous offences Wherein our miseries are all involv'd Worse than the Jewes God's Houses you defile Worse than the Heathen you your King contemn'd Worse than the Turkes you Morall good exile Worse than the Sodomites you friends condemn'd Worse than the Atheists you no God will know Worse than the Libertines Lawes down you trample Worse than the Wolves that can no mercy shew Worse than the Devill himselfe beyond example Pliny and Gesner and brave Mandevill Have wrote of Monsters and their salvage natures But never tongue of man or writers quill Could parallel you for most impious Creatures Your bloudy lives makes Neroes life no sin Your faithlesse zeale makes Julian just and holy Your loyalties like Roman Cat●line Beyond their Crimes all Ages shall extoll yee You to more cursed cruelty are turn'd Than Idumean Jew Turke Heathen Roman If the Sword spare you you le be hang'd or burn'd Or sterv'd or die abhorr'd pitied by no man You have been hatching Plots foure yeares and more Contriving and suborning Forgeries T' abuse the King and yet will not give o're To scandall him with Libells and with Lyes True Parliaments have held the names of Kings Of sacred Dignity and high esteem Next under God above all earthly things Their Royalties and Honours they did deem And in this case and all that you have done You have declar'd your selves no Parliament King Church and Kingdome you have all undone Or sought their ruine or their detriment He were a cunning wise-man that could name One good man that hath scap'd your tyranny Or one whose braine or hands could mischiefe frame Whom you have not advanc'd for villany That poyson-framing Hownd Britannicus That weekly snarling whelpe of Cerberus That Microcosme of Morbus Gallicus That Lernean venom'd Snake of Erebus The Devill oft doth good against his will So you and he doth for your damn'd despight Proves the King's good although you wish him ill And makes his royall splendour shine more bright Thus may you see you Impes of impudence You mighty Gogmagogs of ignorance You Gulphes of most ridiculous non-sence Your super-arrogating arrogance You cannot do the wickednesse yee would But on your cursed heads it doth returne The Devill that teacheth to blaspheme and scold Cannot protect you from contempt and scorne Since God's eternall Son was crucifide No Gracious Prince was ever more abus'd Than good King Charles oppos'd and vilifide Robb'd ransack'd and still wickedly traduc'd And your almighty favours are extended To those that could revile most or do worst And by usurped power you have defended And arm'd Rebellion which God hath accurst A Parliament should cure a Kingdomes griefes A Parliament should publique wrongs appease But you in stead of giving us reliefes Have made the med'cine worse than the disease Worse ten times worse ten times worse double told The worst of ills more bad than bad can be Our miseries unmeasur'd manifold And to three Kingdomes spoile you all agree Upon great Strafford first your fury fell His blood must temper your untemper'd morter His head did hinder you could not rebell To any purpose till he was cut shorter Nor could you Protestant Religion cast Or with such ease worke its confusion further Untill the tenth of January last You took an Arch-prop from it by foule murther That Function whereof the Apostles were Saint Peter and Saint James and more of them Records Ecclesiasticall shewes cleare Of Sees of Antioch and Jerusalem And blest Saint Paul made Bishops as 't was meet The one young Timothy the other Titus The one of Ephesus th' other of Crete Who by their lives and Doctrines do enlight us And since for sixteen hundred yeares and more All Christian Churches Kingdomes Lands and Climates Have been instructed in God's Lawes and lore By Reverend Bishops Patriarchs and Primates Therefore if men would note the aime and scope Of these superbian haughty Independants Each one would in his Parish be a Pope To whose pipes must the King and all his men dance Therefore beware good Countrimen beware Beware of them and of a new Presbytery Beware their Leaven have especiall care Let not their mad-brain'd Doctrine all besquitter yee They seem t' uphold the Protestants good Cause By murdering those of that Religion chiefe Bereaving all that Clergy without Lawes Of life goods libertty and all reliefe They feigne to purge Religion sound and sure By bloody Civill Warre which will destroy it And they will keep it neat sincere and pure So noysome as may totally annoy it Blinde with rebellious or prepostrous zeale You have possest men with most strange opinions That Churches ruine is the Churches weale And make the King great but without Dominions He is your Soveraigne for your safe protection And you like Subjects will obey and serve him Yet you no service owe him or subjection And do the worst you can to rob or sterve him Strife cannot be the ground of true Religion Your Sects worse than the Alcaron or Talmud Like Mah'mets zeale from 's jugling whispring Pigeon Not from the Scriptures Chrystall Fount but all mud What hath the Kirke of Scotland here to doe Must Englands Church to that be now subjected We are not conquer'd or made slaves I troe Or so unlearn'd by them to be directed Our Church with theirs doth neither meddle nor make Our Lawes to alter theirs do not intrude Why then do they presumptuous power thus take And censure us as they had us subdude Must Oxford and her sister Cambridge both Learne of Saint Andrews and of Aberdene They to be taught of us would both be loath Yet I am sure there is some ods between Let Englishmen remember what they are And call to minde but what they erst have been And what they must be if they not prepare To shun the mischiefes they are compass'd in You see that our Religion and our Law Our foes would ruinate both root and branch And captivate us with a sl●vish awe Or with our blouds their bloudy thirst would staunch Upon the Crown the Royall Paire and Race Upon the Peeres the Clergy Church and Gentry Without respect of Person Time or Place To spoile all they have made a sawcy entry Yet of that noble Northerne Nation are Thousands and thousands to their Soveraigne true And such as are not Let consuming Warre Confound 'em or the Hangman claime his due And now you Pulpiteers and Pamphleterians I take my leave in your own friendly manner And you most high and mighty Westminsterians Who have too long displaid rebellions Banner For your blacke deeds Heavens vengeance lies in store For Bourchier Yeomans Tomkins Challoner For Lords Knights Gentry Commons thousands more Whom you have murdered by intestine Warre The worme of conscience shall consume your lives Hell and damnation shall be your just hire Your children shall be miscreants your wives Begger'd except Repentance swage God's ire Which that it may do I most humbly pray And let our fervent prayers to Heaven ascend That you may turne before the last of May That Englands miseries may have an END