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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59158	A pick-tooth for the Pope: or The pack-mans Pater Noster Set down in a dialogue, betwixt a pack-man, and a priest. Translated out of Dutch by S. I. S. and newly augmented and enlarged by his son, R. S.	Sempill, James, Sir, 1566-1625.; Sempill, Robert, 1595?-1665?	1669 (1669)	Wing S2495; ESTC R220992	14,443	31

A PICK-TOOTH FOR THE POPE OR THE PACK-MANS PATER NOSTER Set down in a Dialogue betwixt a Pack-man and a Priest Translated out of Dutch by S. I. S. and newly augmented and enlarged by his son R. S. This pious Poëme buy and read For of the Pope it knocks the head GLASGOW By ROBERT SANDERS Printer to the Town and are to be sold in his Shop M. DC LXIX TO THE READER THis Present for the present I present To you good Reader with my smal addition The which to imitate is my intent To match or over-match were great-ambition I but enlarge it not surpass for neither I may can will dare parallel my Father I may not for I cannot reach unto it And though I could I will not enterprise it And though I would could might I dare not do it To dare were with disdain for to despise it My Parents Poëme only to express I press of new to put into the Press A CONFERENCE BETWEEN A PEDLER AND A PRIEST OR The Pack-mans Pater noster Which he learn'd in a Closter Whereof he sore repented And prayes it may be printed Not sitting for the Schools Yet School-master of fools A Polands Pedler went upon a day Unto his Parish Priest to learn to pray The Priest said Packman thou must haunt the Closter To learn the Ave and the Pater noster Pack-man Now good Sir Priest said he What talk is that I hear you speak but God in Heaven knows what Priest It is said he that holy Latine-letter That pleaseth God well and our Ladie better Pack-man Alace Sir John I 'le never understand them So must I leave your prayers as I fand them Priest Tush tush sayes he if thou list for to learn The Latine prayers rightlie to discern And sojourn but a little with me here Within a month I shal make thee parqueer Pack-man Parqueer said he that will be but in saying In words not sense a pratling not a praying Shal I Sir Iohn a man of perfect age Pray like an idle Parret in a cage Priest A Parret can but pratle for her part But towards God hath neither hand nor heart Pack-man And seeing I have head and heart to pray Should not my heart know what my tongue doth say For when my tongue talks if mine heart miscary How quickly may I mar your Ave Mary And I Sir having many things to seek How shal I speed not knowing what I speak Priest Because that God all tongues doth understand Yea knows thy very thoughts before the hand Pack-man Then if I think one thing and speak another I will both crab Christ and our Ladie his mother For when I pray for making up my pack man Your Ave Mary is not worth a plack man Priest Thy Latine prayers are but general heads Containing every special that thou needs The Latine serves us for a Liturgie As Med'ciners direct the Chirurgie And in this language Mass is said and sung For private things pray in thy mother tongue Pack-man Then must I have a tongue Sir John for either One for the Mother another for the Father Priest Thinks thou the Mother doth not know such smal things Christ is her Son man and he tells her all things Pack-man But good Sir John where learnd our Lady her Latines For in her dayes were neither Mass nor Matines Nor yet one Priest that Latine then did speak For holy words were then all Hebrew and Greek She never was at Rome nor kist Popes toe How came she by the Mass then would I kno Priest Pack-man if thou believe the Legendary The Mass is elder far then Christ or Mary For all the Patriarchs both more and less And great Melchisedeck himself said Mass. Pack-man But good Sir John spake all these Fathers Latine And said they Mass in Surplices and Satine Could they speak Latine long ere Latine grew And without Latine no Mass can be true And as for Hereticks that now translate it False miscreants they shame the Mass and state it Priest Well Pack-man faith thou art too curious Thy spur blind zeal fervent but furious I 'd rather teach a whole Coven of Monks Then such a Pack-man with his Puritane spunks This thou must know that cannot be deny'd Rome reign'd over all when Christ was crucify'd Rome Ethnick then but afterwards converted And grew so honest and so holy hearted That now her Emp'ror is turn'd in our Pope His Holiness as you have heard I hope He made a Law that all the world should pray In Latine Language to the Lord each day And this in our Traditions you may try Which if you list to read and shal espy The Pope to be Christs Vicar sole and sure And to the worlds end will so endure Pack man Surely this purpose puts me far aback And hath mo points then pins in all my pack What ever power you give to your Pope He may not make a man an Ape I hope R. S. But good Sir John before we further go Resolve me this since you assail me so How when and where this Vicarage befell Unto your Pope I pray you briefly tell Priest Know you not Peter when he went to Rome He there was execute which was his doom And in his latter will and Legacy At Rome he left his full Supremacy Unto the Pope which Legacy was given By Christ to Peter when he went to heaven And so the Pope though mediatly indeed By Peter Christs sole Vicar doth succeed And every Pope sensyne from race to race Succeeds each other in the Papal place Pack-man By your assertion surely I perceive You press to prove that Peter then did leave Such Legacy to those who did him murther Think ye such fond cōceats your cause can further That 's but a very falsly forged fiction And proves most for your Romish whoors cōviction For Rome did falsly fall from Peters faith And Burreo-like bereft him of his breath And so your Pope doth merit no preferment But as an Hang-man Peters upper garment And still Sir John ye strive to play the knave Affirming falsly Peter did receive His Primacy from Christ when thus he spoke That he would build his Church upon that Rock As if on Peter Christ had only founded His holy Church for ever to be grounded To wrest the Scripture is your whole pretence Either into an ill or double sense Christ built his Church on Peters pure profession And on the solide Rock of his confession That he was Christ which is a firm foundation Against all Romish-Popish inundation I sory am to see you so unwise For Peter after that deny'd Christ thrice Christ built his Church on faith which byds a tryal And not upon poor Peters thrise denyal On this a friend of mine did make a Sonet A pretty one if I could light upon it Lo here it is and in it ye may read How your proud Pope to Peter doth succeed Why should profane proud Papists thus presume To say their Pope to

heavenly Wife And by his Mother member of Christs body Who thinks not so is but a very Noddy All this Sir John I do but briefly say To let you see that ye play us foul play Priest Well Pack-man though thou bear about that trunk 〈◊〉 fear thou be but some foreloppin Monk Of Luthers lore or crooked Calvins crew And sent abroad such business to brew Transformed in the person of some Pedler Pack-man Now good Sir John in faith I am no medler Nor have I mind nor means so high to mount 〈◊〉 can but read a little and lay a count And seek my meat through many an unknown Maison 〈◊〉 know not what ye call your Kyrie-Laison ●o help me God Sir John I know no better Nor in your Latine can I read one letter I but believe in God and sometimes say Christ help me when I wander out the way Priest R. S. I pray thee Pack-man this much for to tell me Since thou presumes so far for to excell me Were 't not a very reasonable thing If one were going to an earthly King To get forgiveness for some great transgression That he should shortly sute the intercession Of some great Favorite and he for to pass To purchase pardon for his high trespass And not the guilty person to proceed Presumptuously before the King to plead But use his moyen by his Highness Minion Pack-man Sir John that motion is not worth an Onion What if the King shal hear the poor mans sute Should he stand silent as if he were mute No he should prostrate lay his fault before him And he himself for pity should implore him For intercessors ofttimes lurks and lingers Except the pleaders largely fill their fingers There is a Proverb in the Scottish lawes A man a Lyon is in his own cause Though great abuses be in earthly things We must not so abuse the King of Kings Such idle tales my mind doth much molest Priest I pray thee Pack-man hear me out the rest And so this present purpose to conclude Would ye think any man should be that rude To pray to God without Saints mediation It would be thought a great abomination The heavens such hainous pride hath ay abhor'd So proudly to compear before the Lord. Such great presumption God will surely punish That 's not the way his fault for to diminish He must implore our blessed Ladies aide Then she should show her Son what he hath said And so command him go unto his Father That for his sute some comfort he may gather Or else he must employ some Saint or Angel Pack-man Such words I find not in the Evangel Surely Sir John such sayings are but idle Such blasphemy is not in all the Bible To trust your words or Pauls now tel me whether Priest Reject them if they jump not just together Pack-man And so I shal for I can let you see In Pauls Epistle unto Timothie He plainly sayes There is one God and than One Mediator between God and man This same is He which is the man Christ Jesus And he from death to life can only raise us Since he redeem'd us as our elder brother Pray as ye please I 'll never seek another R. I. S. And so what e're I have what e're I want I neither pray to He nor to she Saint And as for tongues I have but one no more And wit ye well albeit I had ten score I would use all conform to Pauls commanding Pray with my tongue pray with my understanding Think ye these twelve when they receiv'd these tongues Did talk like Parrets or like barrel bungs Yeelding a sound not knowing what they said Idle in preaching idler when they pray'd No each of them knew well what he did say And why not we Sir John as well as they For since all men have one tongue at command Should we seek tongues we do not understand Alace Sir John had I been train'd at school As I am but a simple ignorant fool An hundred questions more I might have moved But here I cease fearing to be reproved For these few doubts I learn'd in diverse places Thinking the Clergy-men would clear all cases Priest Now Pack-man I confess thou puts me to it But one thing I will tell thee if thou 'lt do it Thou shalt come to our holy Prior Pack-man And he perhaps will buy all on thy back man And teach thee better how to pray then any For such an holy man there are not many Be here to morrow just 'tween six and seven And thou wilt find thy self half way to heaven Pack-man Content quoth I but there is something more I must have your opinion in before In case the holy Prior have no leasure To speak of every purpose at our pleasure There was but one tongue at the birth of Abel And many at the building up of Babel A wicked work which God would have confoūded But when Christ came all tongues again resounded To build his Church by his Apostles teaching Why not in praying as well as in preaching Since prayer is the true and full perfection Of holy service saving your correction So if our Lord to mine own tongue be ready What need I then with Latine trouble our Lady Or if both these my prayers must be in I pray thee tell me at whom to begin And to pray joyntly to them both as one Your Latine prayers then are quickly gone For Pater noster never will accord With her nor Ave Mary with our Lord. If I get him what need I seek another Or dare he do nothing without his Mother And this Sir John was once in question Disputed long with deep digestion Whether the Pater noster should be said To God or to our Ladie when they pray'd When Master Mare of learn'd Diversitie Was Rector of our University They sate so long they cooled all their kail Until the Master Cook heard of the tale Who like a mad-man ran amongst the Clergie Crying with many a Domine me asperge To give the Pater noster to the Father And to our Ladie give the Avees rather And like a Welsh-man swore a great Saint Davies She might content Her well with Creeds Avees And so the Clergie fearing more confusion Were all contented with the Cooks conclusion Priest Pack-man this Tale is coyned of the new Pack-man Sir John I 'll quyte the pack if 't be not true Again Sir John ye learned Monks may read How Christ himself taught us of his own head That every soul that was with sin opprest Should come to him and he would give them rest Come all to me saith he not to another Come all to me saith he not to my Mother And if I do all as Christ did command it I hope her Ladiship will not withstand it And so Sir John if I should speak in Latine Unto the Lord at Even-song and at Matine And never understand what I were saying Think ye the Lord would take this for true