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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43399	A reply in the defence of Oxford Petition, with a declaration of the academians teares for the decay of learning, or, The vniversities feares also the description of a reverend coachman which preached before a company of Brownists / by Tho. Herbert.	Herbert, Thomas, 1597-1642?	1641 (1641)	Wing H1531; ESTC R19309	2,924	8

A REPLY IN THE DEFENCE OF OXFORD PETITION WITH A DECLARATION of the Academians Teares for the decay of LEARNING OR The VNIVERSITIES Feares ALSO THE DESCRIPTION OF A Reverend Coachman which preached before a company of Brownists BY THO. HERBERT London Printed 1641. ACADEMIANS TEARES OR THE UNIVERSITIES FEARES for the decay of LEARNING LIke to the Swan or Augur of the Spring In depth of woe thus I your sorrow sing Learned Academians eies dimm'd with tears The diapason of my sorrow beares I grieve and for my griefe am checkt by those Who seeme well learned yet are learnings foes Wise they doe seem to be but yet are fooles For loving Wisdome and yet hate the Schooles Wherein the nutriment of wisdome dwels What! Is it wisdome for to seek new hels In an eternall Theame of blisse i' st fit To approve non-sense to be reall wit How shall the Eunuch Scripture understand If Phillip not ascend the Chariot and Instruct how shall dark sentences be made cleare as the Sun when Masters of each trade Will be interpreters Can Lands be free From heresies where all will Preachers be O surely no where ignorance doth raigne Wisdome to visit that coast will disdaine When all shall teach who will be learners then Sure brutish beasts must act the parts of men They must the audience be and learne as much As those which doe at learned fountain grutch The Universities I meane who have Too much they say and yet do daily crave Suppose that some doe avarice affect Doe therefore all suppose that some neglect The feeding of their flocks all don't doe so Why should then any seek all to overthrow Some Bishops have done ill as heretofore I have declar'd let them then pay the score They owe to death let not such servants frowne Have power to cast a faithfull Prelate downe Though jure divino Bishops must not be Yet from derision they ought to live free Which have not tainted been such sordid slave Whose basenesse my sharp pen shall strike to 's Ought not to rail at them which cannot tell grave How they have liv'd whether bad or well Ironmongers Glovers and each Coblers wit Is bent to shoote what is the mark they hit But only Bishops Lord Bishops they must fall The reason why they are turn'd Papists all They love the Pope and therefore they must down The Miter never shall ore top the Crowne God forbid that it should O first let all Which think but such a thought by justice fall Let them be kept from the bright shining Sun I love Minerva but Medusa shun Let vertue flourish and let right take place But those confounded be which vice imbrace Yet give me leave once more for to revie Minerva's torment Oxfords miserie Oxford Petition being dedicated To the Parliament was printed hated Abused and revil'd by each factious tongue Answered with envious lines which stung The very hearts of well affected men Who said what would become of learning when Each Libeller durst scandalize it none Being cal'd in question for 't but yet did pray Schollers would patient be untill a day Being consecrated by the Parliament Should come wherein bad minded mens intent should hindered be scandalous Libels stopt The authors being hang'd or their eares cropt This cordiall did give some ease but still They are abus'd by Brownists words and quill Some of whose actions to you I le descrie But first view Academians miserie Which thus begins Once Oxfords merits were accounted great Our learning reverenc't but now are beat To'th ground by each illiterate pen Being term'd no better than Romes serving men Like dolefull mourners we are forc't to walk Finding no fitter Theame on which to talk Then our misfortune which is Englands hate But yet are ignorant from whence our fate proceeds some say from envy it doth come Others because we much affected Rome By loving Canterbury whose sad teares We doe present you being writ in our feares Canterbury his teares COuntry-men heare him which hath done you wrong Regard my teares being Progn's sisters song A Clothiers Son I was in Redding borne But now Archbishop and each Vassals scorne And well I doe deserve it because I Delighted in nought but your misery I aim'd at that which equity forbid Still cogitating that my plots lay hid I spurn'd at vertue but did vice imbrace I ne're did dreame of justice of disgrace Which would ensue my crimes I still did thinke I was too high at sorrowes font to drinke But ah me wretch my deeds are now well knowne Boreastick blasts my deeds have abroad blowne In each place Zephyrus not suffer'd is With his milde gales to blow envy doth hiss At her chiefe Patron for I term'd was so Which now doth heap upon me fatall woe Each Poet doth the Muses nine invite To aide his pen Satyrick strain to write Against poore Canterbury there are none Which in the least degree will me bemoane For if they should I know the Commons hate Would heap on them my dismall mournfull fate My Flock I fed not no more will they me With ought but new invented miserie Nor can I blame them for their deserv'd hate 'Cause I did first make them unfortunate I caus'd their griefe and why should they not mine It is not fit the Presser should the Vine Cut downe for being good and wholsome fruit Nor was it fit those I could not confute For to confound but now alas 't is past Wherefore those few daies I enjoy the waste In ecchoing forth lamentation For their falls and Englands vexation O what is man why nothing It were well If he were so then wide gaping hell Had nought to doe him if nothing then Nothing could torment him but when 'T is plainly prov'd essence he hath from Jove Bestow'd on him only for the great love Which he did beare to him if he abuse That free-will-offring and doe quite refuse To be obsequious to his Gods command Kick at his salutes and proudly withstand His Makers ediots then woe be to him He must be sure in brinish floods to swim Or burn eternally i' th infernall Lake Which but to name each artery shake My limbes doe tremble horror me afflicts Conscience accusing me of my vain tricks My corps death feare not 't is the jem within Whose death I feare depriv'd by my foule sin Pray for me Countrey-men let curses cease Lest that you hinder my soules future peace Oxfords Answer Pray you for him and us but we for all Especially that learning ne're may fall Finis Of a reverend Coachman which preached before a company of Separatists AN honest Gentleman of the Inns of Court Amongst the Brownists meaning to resort His haire he cropt and with a brothers pace With turn'd up eyes he went to seek the place Of their abode at length he it doth finde And comming in salutes a sister kinde Sister quoth he who i' st doth teach this day Insooth I know not brother she did say Last Sabbath day did teach a worthy man Whom once againe I 'le heare if that I can What was his name said he she could not tell Her only plea was he taught very well A worthy man he was a Coachman too He thought it strange a Coachman so should doe The Authors answer A Coachman and a Preacher O 't is strange What meant these ideots for to exchange Levi for Benjamin What did they skip From doing evill by his Coach-horse whip I doe conceit a whip would have been fit Laid on their backs t'have taught them better wit If Coachmen turne Divines poore Schollers take Their office perhaps in time they 'le make You Chaplaines to them serve the Hall table And afterwards they 'le make you able To minister the Sacrament but oh I quake to tell it too many have done so When I perceive Ironmongers Walkers are In Gods own Tabernacle and doe not feare His thundering rage although they know full well For peeping in the Ark how many fell My eyes I can't abstaine from springing teares Lest truth should cease I 'me fil'd with 1000 feares But yet I 'le pray such things may be altered Or those which are upholders of them haltered Coachman get up thy Box Audience return Lest the same place doe prove your fatall Urn FINIS