Selected quad for the lemma: conscience_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
conscience_n	liberty_n	papist_n	protestant_n	1,212	5	9.6046	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57500	Rome rhym'd to death being a collection of choice poems, in two parts / written by the E. of R., Dr. Wild, and others of the best modern wits.	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Wild, Robert, 1609-1679.	1683 (1683)	Wing R1758; ESTC R16454	52,573	136

that all alone We have terrible Bulls and Pardons for Gulls Holy Water to Scar-crow the Devil With Consecrate Swords take them on our words They shall make the Great Turk be civil We have Saints great store and Miracles more With Martyrs a great many from Tyburn Pretty Nuns that dwell mewd up in a Cell As chast as Night-walkers of Holbourn We have Holy Blood we have Holy Wood A Ship-load or some such matter We have Holy Bones and some Holy Stones Would make an old Ladies Chops water We have Holy Men seen but now and then Monks Abbots and Capuchin Friars With Merits so great they can buy one a Seat In Heaven or else they are Liars Then all you that would sure Salvation procure And yet still live as you list Do but mutter and pray and say as we say And your Catholicks good as e're P We are brisk and free and always agree Allowing our selves to be jolly And the Puritan Tricks of dull Hereticks We count but Fanatical Folly Swearing and Whoring Drinking and Roaring All those are but Venial Transgressions The Murthering of Kings and such petty things Are easily Absolv'd in Confession A little short Penance doth wipe away Sin And there 's an end of all trouble Which having dispatcht you may fall to 't agen And safely your Wickedness double Bring a good round Sum Sins past and to come Shall presently be forgiven But this you must know before you do go The Excize runs high upon Heaven For we have the Price of every Vice Assest at a certain Rate So near at a word we do them afford Not a Penny thereof we can bate But if you 're content a while to be pent And in Purgatory purged A smaller Spell shall preserve you from Hell And keep you from being scourged Though you have liv'd a Devil in all kind of Evil Bequeath but a Monastery And Angels your Soul without Controul To Abraham's Bosom shall Carry Nor need you to fear who have bought Lands dear That were Holy Churches before We 'l lend them for life but for your Souls health At your Death you must them restore Thus Popery you see will kindly agree If you will it but embrace But if you delay there 's somany i' th way That you will hardly get a good place The Critical Time is now in the prime See how Holy Mother does smile And spreading her Arms to preserve you from harms So gladly would you Reconcile To which purpose behold do but tell out your Gold And all things in readiness be For the next Year His Holiness we hear Doth intend a Jubilee You that Pardons would have or Indulgence crave To ROME to ROME be trudging And do not contemn good Advice from a Friend Nor take his Ballad in dudgeon On ROME's Pardons By the E. of R. IF Rome can Pardon Sins as Romans hold And if those Pardons can be bought and sold It were no Sin to adore and worship Gold If they can purchase Pardons with a Sum For Sins they may commit in time to come And for Sins past 't is very well for Rome At this rate they are happiest that have most They 'l purchase Heaven at their own proper cost Alas the Poor all that are so are lost Whence came this Knack or when did it begin What Author have they or who brought it in Did Christ e're keep a Custom-House for Sin Some subtile Devil without more ado Did certainly this sly Invention brew To gull'em of their Souls and Mony too Written by Stephen Colledge the day before he dyed Wrongful Imprisonment Hurts not the Innocent WHat if I am into a Prison cast By Hellish Combinations am betray'd My Soul is free although my Body's fast Let them Repent that have this Evil laid And of Eternal Vengeance be afraid Come Racks and Gibbets can my Body kill My God is with me and I fear no Ill. What boots the Clamours of the Giddy Throng What Antidotes against a poysonous Breath What Fence is there against a lying Tongue Sharpen'd by Hell to wound a Man to Death Snakes Vipers Adders do lurk underneath Say what you will or never speak at all Our very Prayers such Wretches Treason call But Walls and Bars cannot a Prison make The free-born Soul enjoyes it's Liberty These Clods of Earth it may incaptivate Whilst Heavenly Minds are conversant on high Ranging the Fields of Blest Eternity So let this Bird sing sweetly in my Breast My Conscience clear a Rush for all the rest What I have done I did with good Intent To serve my King my Country and the Laws Against the Bloody Papists I was bent Cost what it will I 'le ne're repent my Cause Nor do I fear their Hell-devouring Jawes A Protestant I am and such I 'le die Maugre all Death and Popish Cruelty But what need I these Protestations make Actions speak Men far better than their Words What e're I suffer for my Country's sake Not Cause I had a Gun or Horse or Sword Or that my Heart did Treason e're afford No 't is not me alone they do intend But Thousands more to gain their cursed Ends. And sure of this the World 's so well aware That here it 's needless more for me to say I must conclude no time have I to spare My winged hours fly too fast away My work Repentance must I not delay I 'le add my Prayers to God for Englands good And if he please will seal them with my Blood O blessed God! destroy this black Design Of Popish Consults it 's in thee we trust Our Eyes are on thee help O Lord in time Thou God of Truth most merciful and just Do thou defend us or we perish must Save England Lord from Popish Cruelty My Country bless thy will be done on me Man's Life 's a Voyage through a Sea of Tears If he would gain the Heaven of his Rest His Sighs must fill the Sails whilst some men steers When storms arise let each Man do his best And cast the Anchor of his hopes opprest Till Time or Death shall bring us to that Shore Where Time nor Death shall never be no more Laus Deo S. C. From my Prison in the Tower Aug. 15. 1681. Amen LONDON's Fatal Fall Being an ACROSTICK c. Written as a Second Poetical Diversion the 8 th of September 1666. L o now confused Heaps only stand O n what did bear the Glory of the Land N o Stately Places no Edefices D o now appear No here 's now none of these O h Cruel Fates Can ye be so unkind N ot to leave scarce a Mansion behind L et England then lament and let her keep A dismal day let every Soul to weep T o wash away those Sins that thus provoke E ternal Heavens all-consuming stroke L et Penitential Tears quench out the Fire Y et reigning in our Lusts let that expire E lse we can have no blessed Confiden●e N or hopes in Heavens merciful Defence G race

But God will plague us in a darksome Den I would we could be sure to 'scape till then They do their duty Well and so do we Our Wives and Children must maintained be But of all men they say we are the worst The Fox thrives best they say when he 's most curst Many Informers beggars prove to be And many Tradesmen break what 's that to me With Stocks and Pillory they would us fear Many for Mony loose more than an Ear But ill got Goods third Heirs do seldom see We mean our own Executors to be Sons ply your work while you have ought to do For fear the Parliament prove Round-heads too ●nd pray no Law in England may be made ●o help Fanaticks or to spoil our trade 〈◊〉 once the Papists get the upper hand ●ur trade will mend though other trades should stand 〈◊〉 this succeed my Sons let 's never fear ●hey shall to Mass as well as Common-prayer ●●an-while we 'll let them can● we 'll sing and roar ●nd with their Money drink and drab and whore An ELEGY upon Marsh A Publick Sworn INFORMER against Protestant Religious Meetings in the City of LONDON who Dyed very miserably in the Prison of the Compter Ulter a Tergo Deus GO set Scotch Bag-Pipes to the briskest Notes But let the Singing-men rend all their Throats Hang Tyburn round with Blacks and let Ketch squeeze His Eyes to Tears having thus lost his Fees My self like a young Widdow fain would cry But like her too I know not how nor why Muse get an Onion quickly or else Woo Some Irish Poet for a Ha-la-loo Oh Hone Oh Hone tell us what didst thou ail Thus to trappan thy self into a Goal Thou hadst a stout protection and 't is said A lumping Pension for good service paid Some bribes thou got'st and many a Penalty Was due we trow and why then wouldst thou dye Thy Cloven-footed Masters works not done Thou shouldst have Ruin'd thousands ere thou d'st gone Thou shouldst have made each Nonconformist bow And left them all as poor as thou wert now Then mounted on State with solemn pride Thou might'st to Hell in guilded Chariot ride Been Pluto's Vice-Roy and preferred more Than Iudas or thy brethren all before But now alass thou scarce can get i' th end To be the Groom o' th Close-stool Chamber to the Fiend But 't is in vain thus to Expostulate For poor Informers warrant 's out of date The Man of Gath is fal'n that did so stickle And swore to confound each Conventicle Grim Death hath by a seizure snatcht him hence For to receive his dear-earn'd Recompence Follow the scent and from the Stygian Lake Fit Junk for such a wretched Subject take Black as his Trade let every Line appear And each Ear tingle his sad Fate shall hear Not that I am of that Presumptious fry Whose sawcy Fingers pick-lock Destiny Who snatcht Fates-book and furiously transpose To Judgments all misfortunes of their Foes Vertue may be unhappy and sometimes Success here waits upon the worst of crimes ●t is another day a clearer Light ●ust set all these seeming disorders right ●et must we grant that Heaven does now and then ●isibly punish Irreligious Men ●nd against none its Arrows oftner fly ●han these sworn Enemies to Piety ● Per●ecuting Spirit never yet ●ut in a Cloud of shame and sorrow set ●ust God! how equal are thy punishments ●hus blasting base designs with sad events ●hough Crafty in self woven Nets is wrapt ●nd in the Pit he digg'd for others trapt ●ark how the Ravens and the Scre●ch-Owls cries ●ith frightful Ecchoes chaunt his obsequies Whether he 's gone now Dead I shall not say ●ut whilst alive he took the broader way 〈◊〉 Pythegorean Tenets are not flams ●e's grown a Woolf by this and worries Lambs An Epitaph Stay Reader and Piss here for it is said ●nder this Dirt there 's an Informer laid ●f Heaven be pleas'd when Mortals cease from Sin ●nd Hell be pleas'd when Villains enter in ●f Earth be pleas'd when it entombs a Knave ●ure all are pleas'd for Marsh's in his Grave On Liberty of Conscience By Dr. WILD NO not one word can I of this great Deed In Merlin or Old Mother Shipton read Old Tuburn take those Tychobrahe Imp● Astrologers who would be counted Pimps To the Amorous Planets they the Minuit know When Iove did Cuckhold poor Amphitryo Ken Mars and made Venus wink and glances Their close Conjunctions and mid-night Dances When costive Saturn goes to Stool and vile Thief Mercury doth pick his Fob the while When Lady Luna leaks and makes her man Throw 't out of Window into th' Ocean More subtle than the Excise-men here below What 's spent in every Sign in Heaven they know Cunning Intelligencers they will not miss To tell us next year the success of this They correspond with Dutch and English Star As one once did with CHARLES and Oliver The Bankers might have had they to them gone What Planet Govern'd the Exchequer known Old Lilly though he did not love to make Any words on 't saw the English take Five of the Smyrna Fleet and if the Sign Had been Aquarius then they had made them Nine When Sagitarus took his aim to shoot At Bishop Cosin he spyed him no doubt And with such force the winged Arrow flew Instead of one Church Stagg he killed two Gloucester and Durham when he espy'd Let Lean and Fat go together he cry'd Well Wille Lille thou knew'st all this as well As I and yet would'st not their Lordships tell I know thy Plea too and must it allow PRELATES should know as much of Heaven as thou But now Friend William since it 's done and past Pray thee give us Phanaticks but one cast What thou foresaw'st of March the Fifteenth Last When swift and suddain as the Angels flye Th' Declaration for Conscience Liberty When things of Heaven burst from the Royal-breast More fragrant than the spices of the East I know in next years Almanack thou 'st write Thou saw'●t the King and Council over-night Before that morn all sit in Heaven as plain To be discern'd as if 't were Charles's Wain Great B. great L. and two great AA's were chief Under great CHARLES to give poor Fan's relief Thou sawest Lord Arlington ordain the man To be the first Lay-Metropolitan Thou saw'st him give induction to a Spittle And constitute our brother TOM-DOE-LITTLE In the Bears paw and the Bulls right Eye Some Detriment to Priests thou didst espye And though by Sol in Libra thou didst know Whi●h way the scale of policy would go Yet Mercury in Aries did decree That Wool and Lamb should still Conformists be But hark-you Will Star-poching is not fair Had you amongst the Stars found this March-Hare Bred of that ●usty Puss the Good Old Cause Religion rescued from Informing Laws You should have yelpt aloud hanging's the end By Huntsmens Rule of Hounds that will not spend Be gone thou and thy canting Tribe