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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10089	Times anotomie [sic]. Containing: the poore mans plaint, Brittons trouble, and her triumph. The Popes pride, Romes treasons, and her destruction: affirming, that Gog, and Magog, both shall perish, the Church of Christ shall flourish, Iudeas race shall be restored, and the manner how this mightie worke shall be accomplished. Made by Robert Pricket, a souldier: and dedicated to all the lords of his Maiesties most honourable priuie Councell.	Pricket, Robert.	1606 (1606)	STC 20342; ESTC S115240	33,232	64

To the poore mans King a poore mans plainâ—â—â—â—â— shall ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ And thus complaine vnto his Maiesty The poore mans breast in seas of sorrow â—â—â—â—â—ost For shipwracke lookes hopes ankeâ—â—â—â—â—s all are lost Oh where is mercie doth the poore man aske On earth to finde it were a wondrous taske The word alone is easie to be found But as a word it hath no more then sound Contempt and scorne extortion Enuies rage They florish bâ—â—â—â—â—st in this remorceles age The poore may say feeling oppressions wrong That fewe or none will sing King Dauids song This rotten world doth painted garments weare Leaues without sâ—â—â—â—â—uit prosessions name doth beare Blest charity diuine religioâ—â—â—â—â—s grace Now stearu'd to death hath but a pictures place Celestiall Loue the goulden chaine of piety Is turn'd to lust and cloth'd in sinnes variety Friendships best shew deceipt and fraud doth ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Dissembling friends are wrapt in flatteries smoake Plaine dealyng men that honest plainnesse vse Them to vphold doth euery hand refuse Clam Clawâ—â—â—â—â—ack he with Peter Piâ—â—â—â—â—k ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ To reape reward euen from the worthiest hands Faire words feedes fooles best wise men are miâ—â—â—â—â—led Euen by that baire wherewith most fooles are fed Wel wil they speake whose thoughts ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ euil In words a Sainct in ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ a ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Who doth desire worlds wise ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ to ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Must learne by art with cunning to ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ He that is not beyond all compasse holloâ—â—â—â—â— His wit is grosse and his inuention shallow Good policie hath lost commended vse Bad politicks boast in that words abuse A faithles wit is wisdome which excelles They are best wise that most are ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Wisedome it selfe it selfe doth much disgrace When as it striues a shadow to imbrace As if that men should here for euer liue So they themselues vnto the world do giue Poore men that in this world do want worlds wealth Are sure to want loue friends meat drinke clothes health This proueth liues each for himselfe cries all Great ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ thereby from heauen to hell do fall The poore man thus this world his tourâ—â—â—â—â—e doth serue Steale and be hang'd or mourning sigh and starue Wet eyes sad hearts poore men opprest and greeued May liue or die vnpittied vnreleeued Great wealth that ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ euill gotten riches fast Will not his bread vpon the water cast Sadly poore men may mourne their wretched thrall Whilst rich men add more bitternesse to gal Proudly rich pompe with proudnesse pride adorneth Proud wealth the poore maÌ„s poorenes proudly scorneth Poore poorely sits his pouerty deploring Wealth as his God sits heapes of durt adoring What old Churles gets by extortious vsury Young fooles do spend in pride and luxury Vaine Vainest Vainnesse Vanity doth nourish In silke and golde vaine ones doe vainely flourish Experience tels Prides painted prodigalitie Hath cut the throat of wonted hospitality The poore mans want no painted Pecock feeles Poore soules must not come neâ—â—â—â—â—e Prides waggon wheelâ—â—â—â—â— Silkes must be worne what price so ere they cost Three suites perhaps ere once the booke be crost Proud female felâ—â—â—â—â—s are like the Ostridge plum'd And Souldiers now by chamber warres consum'd Such in their caps must gallant feathers weare Who in their hearts do such like lightnesse beare Nature no Art beautifies the blood As faire as sweete both artificiall good Muske Ciuit and Imbrothery high priz'd vaine Hath charity with Prides corruption slaine Pride hath so much a decent forme forsooke As now proud heads through gridiâ—â—â—â—â—on ribs must looke So much is lou'd the tricks of French attire As many are more Frencht then they desire Pripe puppet-like in Female folly flings with a good gownes charge in one vaine paire of wings worlds pompe worlds wrack worlds woe worlds misery Pride not content to goe gets wings to flie Court Prides deuise our gentry imitates The Cittie follows each each ruinates The yoemans name proud minds will not allow All Gentles Knights Ladies or Beggers now Pride beares that wealth vpon presumptions back That makes the poore so much releife to lack Italian tricks haue rays'd the auncient rent In idle Pompe must be most bounty spent Gay Cloathes Rich Plate fine Houses Iewells Rings To publique weale pale deaths consumption brings Pride to defend base proud ambitions for t A Cotage makes to seeme a princely Court Now to maintaine the pompe of thâ—â—â—â—â—iftles sending Each subtill braine must be in Law contending A hurtfull swarme of hungry trencher-flies To fat themselues can wrangling trickes deuise With foggy sweat the Lazie lubbers toyle Desir's to feede vpon his countries spoile Oh were they Tith'd and all the Nieâ—â—â—â—â—ths cast by Each tenth would serue to labour honestly Their wits can make such wondrous heapes their owne As molehills are to mighty mountaines growne Wealthes current in a three-fold streame doth runne Two flouds are past the third not yet begunne The Clergie first the Lawâ—â—â—â—â—er next getts much The end of time will make the Souldier rich Goods by deceipt cunning fraud and wrong Togither scrapt will not continue long The mother Church lockt vp a goulden store To feede it selfe and to relieue the poore That bountie which did vnto all sorts giue Fatts but a fewe the most must poorely liue Wealth which it selfe did to good vse dispose Now serues to paint an idle veluet hose The stock growne poore which should maintaine good preachers Makes Coblers now to seeme sufficient teachers All sorts can prate and talke of things diuine In fewe or none a righteous life doth shine Braue plumed gallants made gay with silken suites On Gods pure word amongst their cups disputes A tauerne dice wine sugar and a wench Much loue to them doth good deuotion quench The Papaâ—â—â—â—â— sea doth thinke good workes doe merite The Protestant his â—â—â—â—â—aith must heauen inherite For to euill vse one doth good workes deuise The other doth good workes to vse despise Time past did to the world this truth reueale A blinde deuotion hindered faithfull zeale Time present doth this truth for certaine show Least good we doe when most we seeme to know The Heathen men did so themselues incline That Stoycks seem'd then we farre more diuine Amongst them was the law of mine and thine With better faith though in a faithlesse time They seru'd their Gods with a religious care And did their lawes obey with trembling feaâ—â—â—â—â—e The God of Gods to vs in truth declar'd We liue as though nor heauen nor hell we fear'd Ierusalem men seeme as if they sought But going wrong they are to Babell brought Some fooles doe thinke to finde the way by chance And thither runne as in a Morâ—â—â—â—â—ice daunce Some at a play haue wisely more discern'd Then euer they at any Sermon learn'd Who from the Stage would fetch heauens admonitions Let Woodcocks be vnto those fooles Phisitions By-wayes to seeke and tread in pathes vneuen Such trauailers nere finde the way to heauen No shadow can substanciall hope beguild If on Gods word faith doth arightly build In building new men vse such

curious cost As that the most haue best foundation lost Some thinke such power in them remaineth still As Gods commandements breake and keepe they will But if there did such strength in vs remaine God then should vse saluations meanes in vaine What Adam lost all humane race did lose And what he kept that for our part we chose Will to do good that force in Adam died Since when that grace was to his seed denied So in our selues sinne euery action staines That to do good in vs no power remaines From Heauen where God doth in his glory dwell By Adams fall he and his children fell And when to rise no meanes at all they knew The promisd seede did Death and hell subdue We are restorâ—â—â—â—â—d by our Redeemers hand Not of our selues but by his grace we stand Then let the soules of righteous men expresse That in their Christ doth liue their righteousnesse I sigh to heare some vilde ones vildly say That vnto life or death foredoomd are they A soule dâ—â—â—â—â—ownde vp in hellish desperation Saith he beleeues in Gods predestination Or heauen or hell or well or euill to do He hath or doth what hee 's ordaind vnto Taught by the deuil falsely affirme he can Without Gods will ther 's nothing done by man Our knowledge hath brought forth infectioâ—â—â—â—â—s fruite When hell borne â—â—â—â—â—mpes dares thus like deuils ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Eares stopt and hearts with burning Irons sear'd As â—â—â—â—â—uell are for Gods fierce wrath prepar'd Who thinkes of sinne that God the author is Shall be exempt from Gods eternall blisse The strength of Gods vncomprehended state Is that whereby we are predestinaâ—â—â—â—â—e Yet doth he suffer what he doth not will Wherein his Power is vndeuided still The euill we doe he willes not to be done For in our selues that cause is first begun God by his Grace doth so mans soule attend As that we know what t is for to offend If euill we doe and shall his grâ—â—â—â—â—ce reiect The fault is ours for done by our neglect Heauens iustice then most iustly doth dispence Presumptuous sinne is a most damn'd offence Doe well and then in Christ thy deeds are knowne Doe â—â—â—â—â—uill and sinne is in thy selfe thine owne Be not deceiu'd good workes thy faith must proue For God in Christ doth all good actions loue Christ dyed for me so each beleeuer saith As Infidels are men of fruitlesse faith Profession fiâ—â—â—â—â— it doth too much dissemble Not vsing that which most Christ doth resemble Where are the hands which should poore creatures cherish Christ saues not those that lets his members perish Do good to them that of faiths houshold be No the world delights their greatest wants to see On earth alas to whom should poore men flie In vaine their words tels forth their misery Honor which should the poore mans cause defend Helpes not that hope which doth thereon depend Compassion so in all estates is vanisht As by decree it were from all sorts banisht Religions name is but dessemblers mockery And seeming saincts are maskt in hells hipocrisie Oh in this age such is the worlds condition As this word poore doth spoile the poore petition Poore man poore hope poore to thy plaint not put Poore gainst it selfe it selfe al dores doeth shut The poore mans heart with griefe to death is stung In vayne he speaks that wants a goulden tongue Silent be he whose come his cause declareth A feeling sence which vnderstanding heareth An honest name diuine religion two Is bought and sould all this can money do Who to good fame by gou den steps can mount Him doth this world for worthiest man accompt Let vertue in a poore man cleerely shine A guilded gull is counted more diuine A sattin suite be dawb'd with siluer lace Beyond desart doth vildest clouâ—â—â—â—â—ship grace Immodest talke and shameles ribaldry With monstrous oathes is court like blasphemy In mony now there is such wondrous might As that a clowne will striue to be a knight Bright Honers wreath vaine idle fooles will craue it That want wherewith to keepe it when they haue it No doubt but now a gallant veluet company Three times a weeke may banquit with Duck Humâ—â—â—â—â—ery In blood our gallants once cald to vse worâ—â—â—â—â— ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ With running they will sweâ—â—â—â—â—t most fearfully They le do no lesse vnto the fild once led Then Romes braue youthes for their great Pompay did Proud ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ lookes in scorne of all disgraces Will turne their backes to saue their amorous faces A face starke nought in feare of present harmes Muffels it self with crosse wreth'd recreant armes wheÌ„ once Sir mony Knight heares the fier'd mouth'd guns He startes and shakes and sweares and hence he runnes Disgrace not deares to touch the worthy merite Of any valiant well resolued spirit What i st the worst may not for money buy Honour much Loue and seeming honesty Rich let him be and who caâ—â—â—â—â— hurt him then Knaues wrapt in wealth are counted honest men Honest if poore he this reward must haue Hang him baâ—â—â—â—â—e roage proud begger impious knaue No place nor oâ—â—â—â—â—fice can the poore man buy Wealth neere so vilde can mount it selfe on high Such is the â—â—â—â—â—orce of this corrupted time Downe trampled poore helpes wealth aloft to clime Wealth doth so much from natures lawe digresse As that it feedes vpon the poore mans flesh Seauen leaâ—â—â—â—â—e beasts had of seauen fat oxen power But now seauen â—â—â—â—â—at do seauenty leane deuoure Rich men do make poore tradâ—â—â—â—â—s-men faint and sweat Who in their wants their cloathes and tooles must eate The science which made Englands weale to florish And of the poore did many thousands nonâ—â—â—â—â—ish Must now inrich a forreine strangers store And leaue vs heapes of vnreleeued poore From England if raw cloathes might not be sent It would redresse poore pâ—â—â—â—â—oples languishment And pay farre more in taske and subsidy Then now is rais'd to Brittons Maiesty In common wealth a man may thousands see That common wealths-men doe disdaine to bee Selfe scraping gaine the children are of sloath In publique weale they are like mothes in cloath Monopoliâ—â—â—â—â—ans are they whose policy Commits a vilde yet vncheckt felony Let poore men thus of this or that complaine Rich men will hould the course whereby they gaine Who findeth fault with things that are amisse If he be poore he must affliction kisâ—â—â—â—â—e The poore man saith that Iustice wants a hand It beates the bad not helpes the good to stand That Soueraigne Mistres should the euill reiect But not refuse her children to protect Oppression swims amidst exâ—â—â—â—â—ortions streames And doeth not know what restitution means Rich men do wrong no it 's right though it be wrong At lest he makes it so whose ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ is strong A poore man struck his cry hates â—â—â—â—â—age doth threaten For crying then he must againe be beaten Poore men accusâ—â—â—â—â—d though no offence be proued Hate is thâ—â—â—â—â—ir meede they are of none beloued Do euill and then Iustice will seaze on thee Do well and

to seruâ—â—â—â—â— their turnes withall Their actions waied then let the truth speake thus Pittie to them is crueltie to vs. Are these the fruites that Romish Saints forth bring Is it for this so oft thâ—â—â—â—â—y masses sing Is this the zeale of their veligioâ—â—â—â—â—s heate So oft for this doe they their prayers repeate Is it for this their God in minde to beare That on their brests a Crueifixe they weare Is it for this that whip themselues they vse For this doe they their cloathes to weare refuse Doe they for this to Saints and Angels pray Vse shrift and ponance and fast so oft must they Is this their loue almes patience and humilitie Is this their peace and churches sweete tranquilitie Are these the children that Romane faith begets With helpe of Popes Friers Nunnes and Iesuits Are they for this with holy-water blesâ—â—â—â—â— Doe their perfection in these effects consist Now sute since they such deeds as these preferre The Pope's a whore her children bastards are All their deuotionâ—â—â—â—â— brings such workes about Oh God keepe me from being so deuout I hope the Papists no excuse can make This treason was for their religion sake And all the treasons in late Elizaâ—â—â—â—â—s raigne Were done by those that did Romes Sea ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ So many then as are thereof asham'd Leaue Rome serue God and be no further blam'd But let obedience to your Soueraigne proue Your saithfull soundnesse and repentant loue And though ere long the cunning of Romes drâ—â—â—â—â—ft Will coyne some cause themselues from shame to ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Yet those of you that will not shamelesse be Come to our Church and from Romes doctriâ—â—â—â—â—e flee And you that are the simplest sort of them That may be thought plaine honest meaning men Your ignorance no sound deuotion teacheth Trust not the lyes that Popish doctrine preacheth Some now I hope heauens grace to them imparted Will be from Rome by Romes foule deeds conuerted Oh may that honor whose heart sinnes action loath'd Hence forth no more be in Romes darknesse cloath'd Mounte Eagles like loue heauens all lightning sunne And from the clouds of Popish darknesse runne So many yeares the truth hath clearely shinde As none but those that will can still be blinde Who so his eyes against the light will shut Must needs himselfe in mistie darkenesse put Be such Religion of the world disdain'd As is with treason bloud and murther stain'd Papists still blinde let not our Ile containe them Send them to Râ—â—â—â—â—me for all but Rome disdaines them From of Romes shore my Muse her selfe doth wend And would her course vnto Great Briton bend My natiue land oh let to her my zeale The euidence of loues affection seale Who i st that sees the wrong vnto vs done But will from Rome and Romes adherents runne God in thy loue preserue those Princely states Who all as one Romes Sea and doctrine hates And those mongst vs that of profession vant My little ruft most peeuish puritant Whos 's Brownisme must our quiet state offend That witlesse striues for trifles to contend Whose in good sooth indeed and verilie Nere knew the ground of faiths sinceritie Whose folly in a wide maskt net doth dance Whose zeale is but a painted ignorance Whose wildenesse runnes the fields and woods vnto Where preaching Coblers learnes them what to doe Nise curious wits vaine idle wise like dawes Iumpe ouer blocks and stumble most at strawes When now they see how God his Church hath loued Let them thereby to ioyne with vs be moued And striue no more to prooue their foolerie Against both learning and authoritie Such will alone for Christ his flock be knowne And will allow no Church besides their owne Twixt them and those throwne into like suspence There should be made some greater difference Those that haue borne the burthen of the day And neuer ceast to watch to preach to pray Whose loue and zeale hath so heauens precepts taught As they to heauen haue greatest number brought To King and State whose hearts are constant sound Whose doctrine doth on faiths saluation ground Let not the Church giue to it selfe a wound By loosing those that are most faithfull found All those graue Preachers wise and fit to teach For trifles let them not refuse to preach But vse their tallant Gods number to increase Great is the sinne if now they holde their peace He doth not euill that to his power withstands it But who forbids not sinne and may command it The threates of lawe sway not affection so As those good deeds which righteous rulers doe When no man may tell kings they doe amisse Then in obedience their corruption is But God hath sent to vs a vertuous King Let vertues loue true loues obeysance bring Oh let our loue be to that grace not mist In which our selues and all the world is blist The glory of that royall issues line Like to the sunne their famous deeds shall shine For Britons weale let all good people trie To crowne her fame with perpetuitie God so the ground of her foundation lay As that no strength may worke her weales decay Her glories trophies let no such earth-quake shake Whose force would her the land of Ruine make But let the glory of her King and state Consume those foes that would her ruinate Traitors that would in bloud our land haue drownd God them destroy and all their plottes confound Those hearts that would domestick warres procure Be they first made of deaths destruction sure No home bred broiles may they our peace disturbe Such mindes oh let the strength of iustice ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Me thinkes there should be some thing vnderstood When heauen is cloath'd in cloudes of fire and bloud Before and since the heauens did neuer cast More signes then were about this treason last Could heathen men iudge future euils to hap When thunder did the Okes in peeces rap And if the sunne should but some signe bewraie Might no man dare gainst such prediction saie And now shall heauen both fier and bloud presage And we not thinke they chide this sinfull age Eclipses strange both ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Moone and Sunne When strangely they on heapes together come Shall reason so and wisdomes strength be broken That by such signes there shal be nothing spoken Shall God oft shake as in his furies wrath The solled roundle of this maslie earth And yet we still remaine secure in sinne Oh no let ts all for to repent begine The better that our safetyes strength may grow Let Iosua Acan and his wedge hence throw Our peace at home be that establisht sure No force abroad can Britons wracke procure In ciuill warres when souldiers armes are worne Vniust tryumphe the iust are force't to mourne No souldiers sword could make Romes Empire stand When Rome Rome selfe brus'd with rebellions hand Let Britons which doe God and Christ proâ—â—â—â—â—esse Their faiths true soundnes by their deeds expresse So shall heauens God our King and land defend And from his Loynes a Roiall issue send That on his throne shall sit triumphantly Til Christ doth come in glorious dignitie This grace God grant and thus shall cease my pen But still my heart till death shall say Amen FINIS A Song of reioycing for our late deliuerance GReat Brittons Ile worlds wonder heauens delight Religions strength faiths seate professions stay Confirmd mayntaynd vpheld in hels despight That ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ in thee saluation florish may Thy King suruiues and on Mount Sion standes Protected safe from force of traytors handes Thy Queene thy Prince thy Peeres and Princely state Thy Lords thy Bishopps Knights and Burgesses God hath preseru'd from Romes intestine hate A suddaine slame should haue consum'd all these Romes traytors nâ—â—â—â—â—w so to the world are knowne As treasons Minâ—â—â—â—â— hath Rome and them vp blowne Falshood â—â—â—â—â—ells childe in hel darke Pathes doth treade To hide it selfe from truthes discâ—â—â—â—â—rning eye But traytors God will to destruction leade They cannot liue from iudgements stroke to flye Treason is like the Baziliske his eyes First seeing kills first being seene it dies In sâ—â—â—â—â—ight of Româ—â—â—â—â—s proude Antichristian force Celestiall ioyâ—â—â—â—â— with heauenly comfort ã€ˆâ—Šã€‰ Their soules in whom once toucht with sinnes remorce By â—â—â—â—â—aith in Christ a gratious dew distills Rome is exilde and this is Albions glory King Iames maintaines the scriptures sacred story When Gods true Church doth in her glory shine Why should some mindes their wisdome so preserre As if they were then scripture more diuyne By selfe conceipt to seede contentions iarre Sunne Moone and Starrs those lights too little be To giue them light that will themselues not see A vnyon and a vniforme Conclude For trifles let not time with truth contende No shadowes can substantiall faith delude Indifferent things should not the wise offend By ioyning all in blessed vnitie With datelesse fame Crowne Brittons monarchie FINIS

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