Mother full of Grace Thou Mortall Man quoth She dost wonder now Why on Poore Thralls my Favours I bestow And not on Scarlet Robes in midst of Plenty I dwell not with the Proud Not one of Twenty That spends the time in Carnall Jollity Enjoyes my Love Heat or Society Which Caiphas-like Pope Adrian true confest He saw not how Romes Scepter could be blest Since He to whom Christ left the Churches Care Shun'd worldly Rule Pompe and Simonious Ware The Consciences where I frequent me most Are styl'd The Temple of the Holy Ghost And there no Swine no Beasts of prey nor Curres Dare enter once nor any thing that blurres Notorious sinnes with Penance I commute But Common slips to Nature I impute I never sold the Holy Spirits Gifts But I receive Strayes gratis without shifts Though I enjoy the Keyes to bind or loose I seldome Curse nor Yealding Reedes do bruize 'Gainst Hereticks I warre but not with Sword My Fence is Vowes and Teares my Sword Gods Word For my Chast Faith to Christ I am belov'd And by his Fiery Crosse I am approv'd If thou desirest then to finde me out Looke VAUGHAN not for me among the Rout But with my Babes which beare a loving Mind Wise Constant sad And there thou me shalt finde With such I liv d in Superstitious Times And so proclaime me in thy New-mans Rimes With such I dwelt by Worldlings scorn'd the while My Beldame Foe Christs Altars did defile With Carnall Sence and Sacrilegious Rape Moulding th' Immortall in fraile Mortall shape THus stood Our Church though not so faire of Face As she seemes now yet by Elections Grace Christs Merits and his Blouds Prerogative She breathed free from Sinnes imputative And though her Seed were not so pure as Our Nor Ours as Saints yet may the Man-Gods Pow'r For their Faiths sake Old Passions purifie When Doomedayes Flames shall Bodies change or try Or rather at Deaths Gaspe to Paradise Convaigh them like the Theefe with Saints to rise The Iudge will cloth them with his Robes of Grace And them enroule with his True Churches Race Thus stood Our Church most visible to Saints Ere Luther broke into his Just Complaints Here in Our West she persecuted lay While Rome made sale of Soules and open Prey She in the House of Mourning at the Stake Lay Patient while Rome forg'd the Masses Cake How did they her with Racks and Tortures touze Within their Jailâ—â— and Inquisition House How in Old Times did Berengariuâ— fare For daring to controule cotrupted Ware Nay how in Spainâ— doe they speed at this day Who Christ alone for Advocaâ—e display A Thousand Yeares the Dragon with Restraint Of Bloudy Force â—y Close Till then a Saint Possest his Conscience free from Tortures Fiâ—e Or Hells Constâ—aint No Synod fâ—ll of Ire Till the Fourth Henry raign'd did signe a Law By Massacres poore England to withdraw From preaching Christ. No Councell Generall Doom'd Saints to Flames to end Religions Braâ—le Till Sigismond at Constance suffred Husse And Ierome to be burnt without discusse Of their true Cause Yet Sautre first Of Martyrs did appease the Bloudy thirst Of Antichristian Priests in the First Yeare Of the said Henries Raigne Next Badby here Thorpe Purvey Taylour White and Hoveden With the Lord Cobham Floure of Noblemen Who did before the Bishops of this Land With burning Zeale the Romish Church withstand For the Faiths sake and the Wicklevian Sect Did by their Bloud and Martyrs Seales erect An Altar up in honour of our Christ As Members of their Head 'gainst Antichrist How many Soules were forced to abjure And to recant No Saint then liy'd secure In the Three Henries Sway of Lancaster Who preacht Gods Word as He of Chichester Grave Peacock felt and many moe that far'd As bad because they Babels Whore out-dar'd Kent Herefords and Norwich Diocesse Saw men styl'd Lollards then with like successe Take up the Crosse and yeeld for Christ their Breath So Prelates Saints pursu'd with spite and Death And not content the Living to torment They one Degree beyond the Pagans went For Wickliffs Bones from out the Grave they tore And burnt which lay there Forty Yeares before With solemne Pomp and Degradations Maske Those Gotam-Scribes perform'd that Gothish Taske O Would the Lines of this Epitome Could move our Strayes which haunt the Romish Sea To meditate on Times Old Monuments And there to marke what Savage Punishments One Hundred Yeares ere Luther rose were then Inflicted by mad Priests on Christian Men For seeking to reforme Old things amisse And by Gods Word to win blind strayes to Blisse I might then hope some would relent and turne To our New-man and with New Zeale would burne Not heeding Dreames and Superstitious Mists Which spred abroad by false Masse-monging Priests And Idoliz'd by haughty Hildebrand Lay yet on Rome an Ignominious Brand But noting what the New-man put in ure The first Six Hundred Yeares they hold most pure For such our Martyrs did and such I know Great Brittaine now extolls at least in show BUt to review the Churches History The Looking-Glasse of Sacred Memory Whilst halfe this Age with doubtfull chance embroils Which France shall feel or England Bloudier Broules The Center of this Age melts into Teares And cryes out shame upon 〈◊〉 Westorne Pâ—â—res For suffring Turkes Bizantium to possesse And by that meanes quite to subvert the Peace Of all the Easterne Church and there for Christ To fiixe a mighty Limbe of Antichrist Had they in time buâ— seconded the Duke Of Burgâ—ndy when he Thralls a rebuke With a Check-mate receiv'd in Hungary The Ottomans had not faire Bulgary Subjected nor the Graecian Iles fince won To Christians Losse and Mahomeâ—s renowne But as with Cunning Plots the Dragon rac'd Our Westernes Faith so then he there defac'd With Open Force the Easternes Primest Seat The City of New Rome in which Defeat He glories that the same with Salems Towne And Antioch he from Servile Christians won Their Sinnes them servile made that so before The Iudgement Day their Fall might Others more Rowze up from Sloth and Dull Security To Watch least they feele more Indignity ANd then neere Thirty Yeares were past since Popes Branding each Other for false Antipopes Copartners at a Councell Generall By Sigismonds good Cares they stint the Brawle At which I cannot in my Zealous Trance Unnamed leave a Chancellour of France Grave Gerson whom our Chronicles record That for Truths Rights to be againe restor'd He motion'd to bring back the Light Divine As in the Dayes of Paul or Constantine This he crav'd in the Councell Generall Most Zealous but the State Pontisicall Would not assent to heare of Reformation Lest they might clinch their Court of Augmentation Like Politicks who winke at Theeves or Stewes At Spoiles or Bribes at Barrettours or Iewes Encreasing Sinne and what to Vengeance tends For Private Gaine and their owne Idoll-ends This Motion made that Clerk Magnanimous About the Time when
it like the Noise of Drabbs He sets not out his Lipps to Farme nor slander Nor lets his Tongue before his Wits to wander He holds his Word as pretious as his Seale And scornes False Cards unto the Least to deale He dares not plot Revenge nor scoffe nor raile But beares with Knaves and Fooles for Saints availe He covets no mans Goods but if at Play He winnes He gives it to the Poore away He spends his vacant Howres in thrifty Course Lest Idlenesse corrupt him worse and worse He prizeth Coine but excrementall Drosse And toiles for Others Good though with his Losse He doth his Best to curbe Promooting Scribes Lest God require of him their winkt-at Bribes At Night he scores the Deedes he did that Day And the next Morning scowres their rust away The Sabbath like the Puritan he waighes And like the Papist keepes the Fasting dayes The Former mindes him of the Spirits Mart The Latter helpes to stint the Sensuall Part. He daily strives so to compose his Minde That seldome him doe Idoll-passions blinde Nor cause him long to doat on Pleasures shape Be it a Horse or Hawke a Dog or Ape He kindly speakes meanes well doth good to all But most to Saints and helpes up them that fall God root these Works in me lest whilst his Way I others teach my selfe a Cast-a-way Become like him anothers Floore that sweepes And yet his owne New house most nasty keepes THe Heart still moves It Loves and spreads with Joy Or wrung with Gall and Griefe it feeles Annoy The Former flow because Gods Flames inspire it The Latter chance in absence of his Spirit Of these Affects our Inward Man partakes Amidst his Joyes sometimes his Spirit akes Yet his Griefes smart spring not for worldly Cause But for mens Breach of the Creators Lawes For the Encrease of Idols Avarice Of Drunken Healths or the like Heath'nish vice For Concords Breach for Christian Blouds effusion For losse of Time our Talents vaine profusion Or else because he sees the Church of Christ Opprest by Fiends and Saints by Antichrist Sometimes he feeles strange Qualmes neer destitute Of zeale-bred heat till entring to dispute With his Proud Foe he like One cheer'd with Wine Threats him with Thumps to make his Pride decline He calls him Monster Belly god and Slave And vowes his Fare to shorten if be raâ—e With Davids Sling he knocks Gollahs downâ— For standing out against his Masters Crowne Though he enjoyes an outward faire Estate And seemes to some to be most fortunate â—et in his Mind he waighes the Cause th' Event Mens Frailty and his owne coincident Whereat he Lion-like for braver Prey His Courage lifts at full not giving way To poore Conceits but to the Noblest End His Cares his Thoughts and his designements bonds Which he Effects by a New Sacrifice To God who gave those undeserv'd Supplies With knowledge of his Mysteries Divine And Prudent Rules Old Passions to confine When Thousands of his Brethren want that store Who would perhaps have glorifi'd him more And never ceas'd like Angels here on Earth To praise those helpes since Others dye of Dearth His Spirit scornes that which the Body joyes And checks that Lump because it did rejoyce In Aiery Toyes in things meere transitory Which draw the Sence from the bright Sun of Glory And like to Golden Clouds may passe away By Humane Plots or by Death in a day HE reapes Content to see his Neighbours thrive And their Amendment doth his Soule revive For he the Poorest Saint in Christ preferreâ— Before the Greatest Potentate that erres He Ioyes that he breathes of the Common Aire Which is allotted for the Saints repaire With whom he sings grieves and Communicates Swell for Sacred Rites as Needfull Rates 〈◊〉 Joyes that he had learned from his Youth â—â—ke Timothy the Word of Sacred Truth â—â—at taught to serve One God One Advocate 〈◊〉 could not brooke of Balaams Snares to prate Joyes that he no raking Money owes â—â—en what to pay he on short warning knowes Without grim Sergeants Threats or Suerties Thrall 〈◊〉 without Robbing Peter to pay Paul 〈◊〉 glories more of Soules and Bodies Health â—â—en in the Blaze of Honour Fame or Wealth 〈◊〉 cheere his Noblest Part he soares aloft And viewes the Starres of Holy Stories oft He Courts the Of-Spring of faire Memory Aswell Divine as Humane History By which true Glasse he findes how short and vaine Those Pleasures are which Worldlings hold for Gaine Though Cause of Paine eternall after Deuth If not before of Dolour-racking Breath Another while Wraths Cornet to prevent Which he observes with burning Arrowes â—â—â—t To aime at change by Learned Art he strives To blunt their Shafts and into Physick dives Aswell by Prayer as by Galens Quill With Zealous Heart as by Arabian Skill Like Good Saint Luke for the Foure Humours foule He studies Cure as Solace for the Soule For which Iâ—â—â—â—t and the Complexions Good He for 〈◊〉 Fâ—â—d which might instaâ—â— the Bloud For what exceedes the Temper Oily warme Or Mayes mild Heat he knowes breeds after-harme Lest Nature droâ—pâ— he breathes his Park-horse oft Not on the Rheumy Vale or Marish soft But on dry Hills to suck most wholesome Aire There with Pure Gales the Spirits to repaire While Gulls fly out with Golden Wings excesse 〈◊〉 lives at home content with Fortunes lesse â—â—t daring by Anothers Idoll-store 〈◊〉 mete his wants where Saints do languish more â—â—d if he should lash out in Pompe like those 〈◊〉 Pompe and Store would cause him after-woes â—â—en the Great Judge requires his Talents use â—â—th strict Account of Stocks and Times abuse Drinks no more then doth a Saint befit â—â—d ever riseth with an Appetite â—â—r as a Type of Blessed Abstimence Joyes to sing of Diets Excellence â—â—d to relate when Girald liv'd that they â—f Cambriaes Soile did feed but once a day â—s how the Greekes thought Platoes Tale a Lye That twice a day they meal'd in Sicily No Beauty Wine nor Musicks Harmony â—ontents our Saint more then Good Company Knowing their Vowes and mutuall Hearts Consent Availe him more then Worldlings Blandishment To end his Joyes on this he sets his Rest That a Good Conscience is his daily Feast THese harmelesse steps a Christian ought to tread And the same Life I strive and hope to lead And if these Rules My hopefull Nephew scan He then shall passe for a Right Noble Man Excelling vulgar Wits as Porcellan Course vessels as the New the Outward Man By Vertue rankt within True Honours File Among the brave Heroes of this I le Crown'd with a faire and brighter Coronet Then One with Gold and Pretious Stones beset And be so skill'd in Both the Fortunes Cures That Poore mens Cries tend not to You nor Yours While Vengeance strikes a Nembrodizing Lord. And his Proud Race with Fates two-edged Sword â—ke Mordecai unwearied in your wayes â—â—u shall we are out on Earth most happy Dayes And after Death when they
Thousands let them Bloud or tooke their Cures This Quarrell made all Germany to quake With Rodolfe Some with Henry more partake The Crosse and Eagle rear'd for Bloudy Signes Yet Caesar foil'd Saint Peters false Assignes And Rodolfe in the last great Battell fought Lost his Right Hand which to him dying brought He shew'd it to the Bishops standing by Lo here the Guerdon of disloyalty That Hand quoth he which did to Caesar vow I lost by your Advise Behold it now But notwithstanding all these cruell Broiles Proud Hildebrand late Gregoriz'd embroiles Himselfe againe will hazard Soule and Body But he will prove the Emperour a Noddy His Soveraigne Selfe comparing to the Sun And Caesars Person to his Vassall Moone So long he play'd till Caesar sacked Rome Doom'd him and set another in his roome As Others his Successours Herods Sword Drew out so oft crosse to their Masters Word That now of late Popes odious in their place Twice Burbon did and Alva Rome deface ABout this time our Rufus to enlarge New Forrest there to have a Chase more large Pull'd many Churches downe But while he plies The Game into his Heart an Arrow slies ERâ— I proceed to the Next Ages Stemme I must reflect upon Ierusalem Our Westernes now by Romes Croisadoes spurr'd Made a brave League and like good Brethren stirrd With Christian Zeale they having Antioch won To Salem went and took that Famous Towne Mauger the Forces of the Saracens Erected there the Crosse for Christian Mens Encouragement then living in those dayes Wherewith the sight they might as Star-like Rayes Behold a glimpse of some Pathetick Love Home-frozen there renew'd of force to move Compunction in their hearts on Calvaries And Olivets survey a Sacrifice Well pleasing unto Christ while they with Teares Mus'd on his Griefes his Bloudy sweat and Feares His Passion undergone for their Amisse His Fathers Wrath for Sinne appeas'd and Blisse Restor'd to them and to the Penitent By his Deserts alone and Punishment Who without help the Bloudy Wine-presse trod And seal'd for us a New Contract with God THis Citty by victorious Godfrey gain'd When all his Host would have him there constrain'd As King to weare a Golden Crowne Shall I Most Sinnefull Man quoth he unworthily Yeeld to be Crown'd with Gold in that same Towne Where Christ was forc'd to weare a Thorny Crowne Farre be that Thought from me weak Mortall Clod To slight his Crosse my Duty unto God Such Carnall Pomp I utterly contemne Pitch we our Thoughts on New Ierusalem Where every Saint the Vassall as the King Shall Crown'd with Blisse Alleluiaes fing The New-mans Complaint in the Name of Our Saviour Christ for the Romaine Churches Apostasie and Adulterate Religion WHilst in thy Name I vent this just Complaint Beare with my Song O Christ my Soveraigne Saint But thou Romes Cause of Sinne thou Dotards Clod Pack hence or humbly waigh the Word of God I am Truths Light yet None from râ—aming cease I am the Prince of Peace yet None loves Peace I am the Hill yet None climbes Sions Mount I am the Spring yet None drinks of my Font I am the Shepheard yet None heares my Call I am Gods Priest yet None heedes me at all I am Sinnes Death yet None from Sin will rise I am Soules Health yet None me gratifies I am the Way yet none will tract my Pace I am Lifes Vine yet none affâ—ords me Place I am Faiths Quintessence yet none partakes me I am Soules Manna yet aright none takes me I am Most true to Man None true to me I am Rais'd up yet None my Forme will see I am Mans Baile yet None doth con me Thankes I am Hells scourge yet None hates Satans Prankes I am the Golden Meane None waighes my Center I am Heavn's Doore yet None the doore dares enter I am Gods Word yet None will heare his Word I am their Iudge yet None regards the sword I am Heavens strength yet None sticks to my Fame I am Zeales-Mover yet None heedes the Flame I am the Starre of the New-Eastern Morne I am the New-mans Head yet None 's new-borne I am the Thundrer yet None feares my stroake I am Free-hearted yet None beares my yoake I am the Lambe None will my Nature take I am the Sunne yet None Sinnes Cloudes forsake I am Truths Rock yet None will now believe me I am Mens Hope yet None will cease to grieve me But in these Times with coulour of my Rock The Dragons seed doth persecute my Flock And all Romes Clergy now doe listen more Unto the Popes Decrees then to my Lore No wonder with Hells Plague that Soules are stung When such foule Mists rise from the Monsters Dung O wretched Man whom neither Christ his Path Nor Gospel moves nor yet his Threatning Wrath Nemo Yet if the Romaine None thou backward spell Omen I may to thee a Converts LUCK fore-tell Thou soone shalt chase our Aiery Foes to Hell If thou by Faith seekst in the Heavens to dwell And by the Crosse the Old Man to expell Here lyes our Task think on it and Farewell The same Complaint reiterated in Latine Measures DUm novus erumpo vates sub nomine Christi Da veniam justae Rex Sacrosancte Querelae Sed Romae Terrene Senex tu causa malorum I procul aut humili pende haec Oracula mente Sum Lux sed Nemo Tenebras Latebrasque relinquit Sum Rex Pacificus sed nemo est Pacis amicus Sum Mons sed Montem conscendit Nemo Sionis Sum Fons sed potat Nemo de Fonte Pereâ—â—i Sum Pastor sed Ovilis adest mihi Nemo vocanti Sum Mystes sed Nemo tenet mea Mystica mente Sum Mors Peccati Nemo expergiscitur insons Sum Rediviva Salus sed Nemo rependit amorem Sum Via sed Nemo sequitur vestigia nostra Sum Vitis vitae sed Nemo hanc Corde reponit Sum Liquor at Nemo me spiritualiter haurit Sum Panis Coelestis edit sed Pectore Nemo Sum Fidus sed Nemo fidem mihi praestat ad-â—â—â—â— Sum Sursum positus sed me vult Nemo videre Sum Datus Obses agit mihi Grates Nemo libeâ—ter Sum Satanae Domitor sed vitat Nemo Gehennam Sum Modus CentruÌ„ tamen hac duo Nemo revolvit Sum Pia Porta Poli sed Nemo precatur ut intâ—et Sum Praeco sed Nemo sacris accommodat aures Sum Judex sed Nemo fugit modò vindicis Ensem Sum Coeli virtus sed adhaeret Nemo vigori Sum Zeli Motor sed flammis Nemo movetur Sum Matutinum Sidus vates que Diei Sum Restaurator Populi sed Nemo renatâ—â— Sum Deus Altitonans melior sed Nemo fitâ—ictu Sum Mitis sed molle jugum fert Nemo modernus Sum Patiens Agnus sed me vult Nemo Patronum Sum Sol exoriens sed nubila Nemo retractat Sum Rupes Fidei sed Nemo sideliter orat Sum Spes sola hominum sed Nemo lacessere probris Meque meumque Gregem
lay'd found fault with Others Cures Repining thus at Progresse of the Word Since that no Trickes could stop it by the Sword â—ebedees sonne they caus'd to lose his breath As they by stoning wrought the Deacons death By Caesars Minion King they weav'd their Plot Who would have cast on Peter the like Lot But that an Angel came to free his Chaines To Plague with wormes the Tyrant for his Paines â—His puts my Muse in mind of Phillips Queene â—ho wreakd on Saints her Gall with swelling spleene â—ill with her Gods her States and Calleis Losse â—e felt the weight of a more heavie Crosse â—nd of the Royall Brothers styl'd Valois â—ho di'd in Blood for Blood and Bloody Ioyes â—riaes Rings can testifie likewise â—hat they have got by Belgiaes bloudy Cries MOre mild yet dealt Agrippa with Saint Paul â—ot barring him from Romes Appeale at all â—t would have join'd with Feftus to enlarge â—nd save for his Appeale him to discharge Much lesse would once that sage Praetorian Peere â—or Words Names the Iewes mad Clamours heare HOw many Snares with Tumultes spite and Rage Did they spread forth for Christians in that Age By all the meanes which Satan could devise Men sought to stop the New Mans Sacrifice But all in vaine like trod on Cammomell It grew the more and with a fragrant smell Not Elimas nor Magus with Hell Charmes Nor could Dianaes Smith knock down their Armes Or quench in them the Holy Spirits Flame Which they conferr'd in Jesus Christ his Name That like themselves at first Enthusians rapt For Holy Trances they made others apt VNwearied they in their Vocation went And acted Deedes to Arts astonishment No by-respects to Glory Wealth or Ease No Emulations Sting could make them cease From the Pursuit of the Immortall Prize No servile Feares Detraction nor surmize Could let their maine intent and Ghostly Race From setting forth Gods Charter of free Grace No Choller 's Heate Debate nor Casuall Brawle As fell betwixt Saint Peter and Saint Paule For Iewish Rites as likewise came to passe For Chusing Mark twixt Paule and Barnabas Or as it chanc'd to Abraham and Lot Their Passions sway'd not so that they forgot The Progresse of the Word the worke in hand But that they ranne and toil'd by Sea and Land In Accidentalles though as Men they err'd Yet as Divines the substance they preferr'd Their Elder Man they stoupt in spite of vice And their New-Man went on to Sacrifice Here Paule and Silas Preach Apollos there While Barnabas and Marke doe teach else where Mathias Iude and Simon burn'd alike To execute their Charge Apostolicke With the like zeale all the Apostles rapt Transformed soules for Mysticke Trances apt THey Catechiz'd and sought their Saviours Praise Their Soveraigne Ioyes were to reclaime some Strayt With Constant Faith the Gospel they did blaze And daily wrought great wonders of amaze Till by Romes Mace the Type of Antichrist Which slue their Master Christ they di'd for Christ. In all their Deeds they were so farre from Pride That when some Gentiles would have Deified Good Barnabas and Paul with glorious shout In stead of yeelding thankes they ranne about With cloathes all rent among the wondring throng And beg'd of them the Deity not to wrong Nor by detracting from their Makers Grace With Sacrifice his servants to disgrace They vilified themselves tooke up the Crosse Contemning Pompe and Gold like seumme or drosse They varnish'd not Gods Word with Glosse of schooles But sought the wholsome spring not Muddy Pooles And spar'd their New built Church to interrupt With knotty doubts of Phantasies Corrupt Now for a Type of their essentiall Gare â— will produce this One Example rare When Proselites of Pharisaicall sort Would Gentiles to strict Moses Lawes exhort â—â— Salems Councell the Apostles sate And in few lines resolv'd their Questions state Whereas by some ye were perplext with Feare â—bout Old Rites we warne you to forbeare From Meates Prophane at Idolles Sacrifice From beastly Lust or Wives Pluralities From strangled Flesh and shedding Humane Blood â—f as your owne yee Carke anothers Good And do abstaine from the said sinnes withall Yee shall doe well By Barnabas and Paul And two of the Chiefe Brethren moe they sent These Pithy Actes the Gentiles to Content Whereby I note on Weaklings they impose No heavier Yoake then what the New-man chose They combred not the Church with Needlesse Lawes Nor with Traditions Superstitious Flawes They could not brooke Food drest with Satans 〈◊〉 Nor at Christs Feasts to glut their hungry Mawes Thus we observe how easie is Christs Yoak That to cleare doubts Faith beares the Soveraign 〈◊〉 Faith linkt with Love requires us to forbeare And not for Toyes Christs seamelesse Coate to teare HOw wondrously did the Good Spirit breathe The New-Mans Gifts from darkenesse from death To raise up soules and Heathen Clouds to cleare Dispersing Christs Disciples heere and there By visions He Immediate lighted on Cornelius and Saint Peter both for One â—â—fect to let the wavering Gentiles know â—â—at God tooke care within their Hearts to sow â—s seed of Grace which stubborne Iewes abus'd â—â—d Christ their Head Gods husbandman refus'd â—â—d that without respect of high or low 〈◊〉 loves all them who to his Service bow â—Hat Travels did good Peter undergoe Sea and Land he did undaunted goe â—â—ough wanting meanes unfurnished of Money â—t for himselfe to gaine a Patrimony 〈◊〉 corruptible mould or brittle Masse â—â—ich like fond dreames in time away doe passe 〈◊〉 for his Master Christ soules wrapt with mists 〈◊〉 Ignorance he made good Catechists â—od Catholicks Apostolickes he made â—â—â—tructing them in his Soule-fishing Trade â—â—d as some write when Simon with his Whore â—â—ene brag'd hee like a God would soare Above the Clouds by Peters vowes he fell And brake his Necke left by his Guard of Hell TO Iewes and Gentiles He the Gospel taught But chiefly he the Iewes conversion sought Deputed for the Circumcisions Charge Unto the Elect dispenst hee shew'd at large The Patent of his â—eald Apostleship Yea and if Fame belies him not his Ship And Fishing-nets hee left at Tibers streame Where some then so journ'd of Ierusalem As in the Acts wee read there he baptiz'd If there he was till Nero tyranniz'd Now whether Rome hath cause of him to boast As for his seate more then the Holy Ghost Which living Peter gave to men of Faith Some since have strove not following Peters pathâ— 'T is certaint that he wâ—re no Triple Crowne None kist his Foot nor â—rod he Princes downe 'T is knowne that Gold and silver he hast none A Tanners house was of his Lodgâ—ngs One 'T is credited that to the Crosse he bow'd A kind of Death which onely Rome allow'd Till Constantine in love to Christ for bad This cruell paine and spectacle most sad That being Old against fraile Natures will Others did Peter lead his Bloud to spill As Christ foretold but his
Yoake by Alva laid And sithence train'd their Milk-sops by her Aide To turne brave Souldiers both on Sea and Land To weary Spaine and on their Guard to stand AFter that Bloudy Feast in Seventy Two When Sions Church French Herods would undo Besieged Rochell with Munitions store By Sea she furnishâ— and Reliev'd her Poore Againe France tasted of her Lenity As Burbon tri'd and his Posterity Which but for her good Cares and Troupes Supply Had stoupt unto Iberiaes Tyranny And Lorraâ—nes League then mammoâ—kt into Parts Had thrall'd all France to Spaines Superiour Darts SHe planted Ireland civilliz'd the Rude Rebellious Wild and Kernish Multitude And neere her Set by Valiant Mountjoyes Cares With Triumph there o're Spaine she cloz'd her Warres So stood out State of Church and Common-wealâ— In spight of Romish Bulls Spaine and Oneale Secur'd froÌ„ Schismes Home-broyles and Hostile Traine As long as Great Elizabeth did Raigne HEreby Our Strayes who taxe the Gospels Sound May feare how they Gods Church do meore and bound Within Romes Fold by Popes Prerogative As if our Faith were pinn'd unto his Sleeve Here they may see what ignominious Spoiles Romes Champions reapt for all their Bloudy Broiles Whilst that Our Princes in set Peace have stretcht Their Limmes in Bloud their latest Gasp they fetcht Not Austria France nor Rome with steely dint Nor Marian Fire could Christ his Gospel stint Nor could they raze the Name of Huguenoâ—s Or Protestants for all their Bloudy Plots Much lesse could their School-Doctors plead her Cause Against the Brightnesse of the Spirits Clause Which by Saint Iohn had prophesied her Fall And likewise her forewarned by Saint Paul That she whom for her Faith Renowned Fame Then blaz'd should be at last cut off with shame If she continued not as she begun Chast to her Spouse the Great Iehovahs Sonne Gods Charter still goes with a whilest or If Thou honour me I will remove thy Griefe Not her Decline could all her Clergy stop Nor Canonists her Doctrine underprop Not Gratian nor her Best Panormitan Nor all her Routes of Thalmudists prophane Not Wolsey Poole nor learned Cajetan Kings-mating Cardinalls in Pomp Humane The Mystick Remnant of the Dragons Band Could vengeance stay nor Iudgements Lees withstand Their Martyrs Urnes can no way paralell Our Holy Ones nor can their Legends tell Five Bishops burnt for their Religions sake Where we can name consumed at the Stake Great Cranmer Ridley Hooper Latimer And Ferrar Sainted in our Register With many moe whom the Force Secular Hells Magogs hois'd to Martyrs Calendar Though them they knew to be the Churches Seed By hearing at their Death their Christian Creed Which Creed lest it might move a Conscience soft Their Torturers have interrupted oft In midst of Flames by hurling Staves or Stones To wound the more their Heads and broiling Bones O Valiant Men true Members of our Head Who like to Him for Him to Death have bled O Glorious Saints who left such Monuments Surpassing farre the Seven-fold Wonderments Who to prevent Soules Dearth built Granaries Like Josephs store inough for Sacrifice Whose Martyrdomes refulgent Memory Puts downe Romes Palles and Shrines Imagery Who have like Starres deriv'd from Heavens Light Left Spectacles and Torches for our Sight God grant they may increase Devotions Flame And dul those Schismes which the next Age wil shame In Briefe no Age since Christ saw greater Change Of Manners Knowledge States and which is strange Great Rome twice sackt The CoÌ„mon Foe more bold Whilst our Chiefe West wav'd with the Spanish Gold THE OCCVRRENCES OF THE SEVENTEENTH AGE From the yeere of our Lord 1600. untill this present yeere 1640. Being the 16. of King Charles his Raigne over Great Brittaine The Argument Our Church escapes the Dragons Powder-traine And is confirm'd in James and Charles his Raigne Abroad the Bloudy Crosse her Members sâ—ites In Brittaine some blame Types and Outward Rites THe third Yeare past of this our present Age Our Sun-set Queen expir'd her Pilgrimagâ— A Virgin on our Virgin Ladiâ—s Eve To see her Starre Death did her hence bâ—â—â—avâ— Elizabeth then folding up her Raigne Of Forty Foure Triumphant over Spaine The Popish Side Tirone and Irish Kernes Faire Englands Crowne to Him whom it concernes By Right of Bloud descends to Salomon Our Phoenix Iames who like the radiant Sunne Shot forth his Rayes of Kings the Paragon A Writer most acute for Natives Tone Unparalell'd by any Regall Scribe Next to that Starre the Honour of his Tribe Whether in Prose or Measur'd Lines he steeres The Loadstone of his Labours still appeares Directly aim'd unto the New mans White His Davids Psalmes our Belials so appall None dare them now Geneva-jigges mis-call This Posthume Fruit hath Learned Sterline late Set forth the Fainting Soule to recreate His Workes endure the Light his Lamp the Night Of Ignorance repells and None our Iames His Bockes his Life or Raigne save Envie blames He Vorstius foil'd restrain'd Superfluous Doubts And by his Pen convinc'd Scholastick Routs While here he liv'd O how did Knowledge shine The Church renew her Hopes the Grave Divine Affoord us daily Manna for Soule-Food And by his Royall Rayes all things did Bud Yea his Rayes made the Wildest Red-shanks tame Dri'd Irish Bogges and spred Virginiaes Fame NOr lackt this King the Gift of Prophesie To pry into the Jesuites Secrecie Whereby they thought to blow up Albions State With Powder-Traine Hells next obnoxious Fate For though that Tressams Lines seem'd intricate Flowing from Sphynx or Coedipus his Pate A Riddle darke and scorn'd by Other Men Yet this Wise Prince the same did not contemne But pointed at the Mine and their Intent Which they kept close sworne on the Sacrament THis Peacefull King upon the least disgust Among his Neighbour States or Warres mistrust Spar'd for no Paines nor Charge to mediate A Christian End their Passions to abate How many Treaties hath Vienna seene What Embassies to calme fierce Austriaes Spleen That without Bloud the Palatine might gaine His Owne he sent his onely Sonne to Spaine In hope to shunne th' Events which hapned since To Dangers he expos'd our Darling Prince That by that gentle Course or Sacrifice He might prevent ensuing Prejudice No Age paints out nor points at the like Type Of Princely Love Offence away to wipe LIke Iames in Zeale came Young Iehosaphat Our Royall Charles whose sweet and moderate Condition yeeld us Hopes that like his Sire He will retaine unquencht the Sacred Fire Which in his Soule burnes calmely by the Heat Of Heavens Flame the Holy Paraclete Now in his Raigne we plant Virginiâ—es North With Colontes and hope by setting forth The Gospel there the Savages to winne In Christ his Name from Lust and Bloudy Sinne Our Drâ—nes turne Bees in his Auspicious Raigne Remov'd to Forraigne Iles in hope of Gaine And by his Famous Glasse who built of Old For Tharsus Ships to fetch thence Ophirs Gold This Prudent Prince preparts a Warre-like Flees To
supprest VVith Romulâ—â— Saint Peter doth contest Nay Peters Keyes the Eagle bruiz'd out mist Ianâ—â— his Peacefull Do ores to shut for Christ. BUt we which are of Gods Spirit borne Lament to see Christs seamelesse Rayment torne Or parted from the Fashion Primitive But joine like Saints in Sacred Love to thrive We fly vaiâ—e Dreames which oft enchant the Sence From worshipping the God-heads Excellence We slight the Tales of Poets ranke Vagaâ—ies As Vowes to Saints with needlesse Ave-Maties While Others steale to Paths unknowne or â—â—ay To Stranger Coasts we goe the surest way For feare of Wolues or what may else â—â—tide A man that loseth Christ his Chiefest Guide While some in Tongue unknowne like 〈◊〉 â—hâ—â— And aske of God by â—oat they know nor what Our Churches Baâ—â—s doe pray in Christ his Name For what they want 〈◊〉 He doth grant the same For his deare sake who pleades for Humane Race While they with understanding crave his Grace And having gain'd their Suit they sing his Praise With cheerfull hearts new Tongues thankful Layes Not grounding Faith on Saints Pluralities On Angels Pow'res or Principalities AS for the Garbes of Poets Antick Fables They are but vaine though Moralized Bables Vaine like themselves who pip'd for Hire or Fame While Saints of Zeale set out their 〈◊〉 Name So David rapâ— with Bliffe compos'd his Layes But Horace broacht for need Mâ—cenâ—â—s Praise So Ieremy Ierusalems Annoy Bewail'd of Zeale when Homer beg'd for Trâ—y Our Straines therefore sprung from Celestiall Light Shal Scurâ—ile Songs scourge hence like works of night Our Truth shall soile their Dreames our 〈◊〉 Their Apâ—s our Faith their Heatâ—â—ish Consciences And in their stead to help Devotions Heat Our New man here cookes various sorts of Meaâ— VVith Musick apt thy Spirits to refresh If thou suppresse the Motions of the Flesh. Our Adam first shall hurle Prometheus downe Then Noes Floud shall their Deucalions drowne With Titans Brood whom they for Giants hatch And Babels Towre will Pelions Mount o're-match By Hemors Sonne our gadding Dinaes Rape Doth unto Sires a faire Example shape What foule Effects by Cock'ring Love ensue Since Indulgence both Parties then did rue More true then Helens Rape by Theseus first And last by Paris of old Trojans curst Our Moses shall convince their faign'd mistakes As did his Rod th' Aegyptians charmed Snakes For Niobe into a Stone estrang'd We sounds Lots Wife to a Salt-Pillar chang'd For Ioves descent to be Philemons Guest Our Abram for Three Angels made a Feast And for the Formers Gift from Iupiter Our Salomon did Wisdomes choise preferre Our Sampson with the Jaw-bone of an Asse Doth Hercules and his Twelve Labours passe Our Iepthes vow for his Maid-Child too grim Doth the Grek Prince his Iphigenia dim Our zealous Davids Sling doth farre exceed Their Persem Shield and Ariadnes Threed If Hylas they and Hercules object Or Theseus and Pirithous Loves select Our David lov'd his Ionathan more deare As may yet by his Epitaph appeare If they fetch Rites from Babel Rome or Creet Gods Lawes from Sinai we and Salem greet If Midas they with Asses Eares bewray We Humane Speech in Balaams Asse display If they gaze on the Coach of Phaebus Sonne We Iosuah sing Commander of the Sunne Ot else we can the Sunnes Degrees produce Backward to goe for Hezechiâ—es use But while they lift the Creatures Excellence We glory bring to our Creatour thence Thence we derive a Subject to commend Gods Friendship showne â—o Man as to his Friend If they â—â—ne Odes in Aesâ—â—lapius praise Because from Death He Theseâ—s Sonne did raise From Holy Writ we many can transferre Who really to Life restored were If they insist on Delphick Oraâ—les True Prophesiâ—s confirm'd with Miracles We can from Gods choise Servants more rehearse Then may be coucht or sâ—ng in stinted Verse And if they chaunt Loves Rapes by Carnall Jave We Canticles sing of Divinest Love And with our Vowes prevent Asmodeâ—s Craft Mauger Loves Golden Wings and Poisned Shaft Let Halcion grieve for Câ—ix her Husbands death Till fabled for a Bird Sobs stop her Breath We for slaine Bethlems Babes count Rachels Teares Or the sad Badge we sing which Salem weares Or else our Churches Threnes for her late Losse Of Christian Bloud spilt causelesse at the Crosse. Whilst that they bath in Aganippes Spring Of Jordan we and of Bethesda sing And while they climbe Parnassus forked Hill On Sions Mount we shew our sacred skill Instead of Pagan Baites with Calvary And Olives Fruit we sauce our Poetry According to Christs Gifts infused new We leave those Dregges which the Old man did brew As Oracles ceas'd after Christ his Death Among the Gentiles by the Apostles Breath So faile those Lees which Satan since did brew By our Religion of some termed New So that for their false Metamorphosis Of men to Earthly Formes our Purpose is Soules to convert into Immortall shapes By our New man that foiles their Apes and Rapes And for that Dame Ephesian Idoliz'd We Christ his Mother-Maid Evangeliâ—'d Doe blâ—sse and praise but worship not of latâ— As Goddesse least from God we derogate For Hermes Pallâ—s or Apâ—lloâ—â— Lore We crave the Holy Ghost to blesse our store For Tantalus in Hell or lxions Wheele We Dives Preach their racking aine to feele Soules Iudges they serv'd Minos Râ—adamant And Aeacus But Christ our Iudge we chant Christ we looke for to Doome both Dead and Quick The Dead in Faith and the Church Catholick Meane while his Spirit raignes in every Place Yet craves as Man for men his Fathers Grace With this Prime Saint we satisfie our selves And for him scorne all Shrines and Labans Elves Whom with the Father and the Holy Ghost One God in Three we found through Brittains Coast As we were bound at our New Second Birth Gods Angels all applanding us with Mirth NOw Eies pack hence whether Elizian Greece Th' Hesperides yee faigâ—e or Colches Flecce Whether yee gull weake Soules or them controule With Benets Hood or the Franciscans Cowle Whether yee â—low spring Pooles Poeticull From Tophets Lake or Streames Papisticall And Farewell Dreames whether from Châ—llers steaâ—â— From Dragons Gull yee â—low or Bloud and Fleame And in their stead come Truth thy Name we blaâ—e For thy Bright Lampe doth Men and Fiends amaâ—e Thou art the Life of a True Prophets Song And they who slight thy Sound Gods Spirit wrong Then come O Blessed Truth Correct our Ods As thou long since hast quail'd the Pagans Gods And suffer not the Dragons Sorteries To be commixt with Christian Mysteries Nor Legends of vaine Men to prejudice The Gospels Light or Our New Sacrifice On thee I built the Churches History By thee I found that Babels Mystery Eclips'd the Church from the seventh Century Till Wickliffe did into Romes Whoredomes pry And by his Pen that Subject more dilate Which Thousands now as copiously relate Which I among the rest as they began Have warbled forth to daunt the Outward man Who by Nick-names doth taxe Our Church for New And to her Spouse out-face to be untrue Now to wind up my Task I adde this Ode In hope no Saint will my intent explode Lest I the Doome of Wrath encurre Which Slugges doth for bad Stewards blurre I looke about with watchfull Cares To see who wants some Holy Wares My Talents use I freely give To cloath some Soules whilst yet I live Divide the Web Friends as yee please The Weare is light producing Ease The Hew not gaâ—dy nor yet base But like White Robes which Temples grace From Our New man I fetcht the Stuffe Let none then take the Gift in Snuffe Or taxe the Matter for the Forme Since what I could I did performe They came from Love the Spirits Dove Let that suffice Good Mindes to move FINIS Imprimatur Tho. Wykes Decemb. 20. 1639.