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The Puritan and the papist by a scholler in Oxford.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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A SATYRE THE PURITAN AND THE PAPIST By a Scholler in Oxford Printed in the Yeare M.DC.XLIII A Satyre THE PVRITAN AND THE PAPIST SO two rude waves by stormes together throwne Roare at each other fight and then grow one Religion is a Circle men contend And runne the round in dispute without end Now in a Circle who goe contrary Must at the last meet of necessity The Roman to advance the Catholicke cause Allowes a Lie and calls it Pia Fraus The Puritan approves and does the same Dislikes nought in it but the Latin name He flowes with these devises and dares ly In very deed in truth and verity He whines and sighes out Lies with so much ruth As if he griev'd 'cause he could ne're speake truth Lies have possest the Presse so as their due 'T will scarcely ' I feare henceforth print Bibles true Lies for their next strong Fort ha' th' Pulpit chose There throng out at the Preachers mouth and nose And how e're grosse are certaine to beguile The poore Booke-turners of the middle Isle Nay to th' Almighty's selfe they have beene bold To ly and their blasphemous Minister told They might say false to God for if they were Beaten he knew 't not for he was not there But God who their great thankefulnesse did see Rewards them straight with another Victorie Just such another at Brainceford and san's doubt Will weary er 't be long their gratitude out Not all the Legends of the Saints of old Not vast Baronius nor sly Surius hold Such plenty of apparent Lies as are In your one Author Io. Browne Cleric Par. Besides what your small Poets have said or writ Brookes Strode and the Baron of the Saw-pit With many a Mentall Reservation You 'le maintaine Liberty Reserv'd your owne For th' publique good the summes rais'd you 'le disburse Reserv'd The greater part for your owne purse You 'le root the Cavaliers out every man Faith let it be reserv'd here If yee can You 'le make our gracious CHARLES a glorious King Reserv'd in Heaven for thither ye would bring His Royall Head the onely secure roome For glorious Kings whither you 'le never come To keepe the estates o' th' Subjects you pretend Reserv'd in your owne Trunkes you will defend The Church of England 't is your Protestation But that 's New-England by'a small Reservation Power of dispensing Oaths the Papists claime Case hath got leave o' God to doe the same For you doe hate all swearing so that when You have sworne an Oath ye breake it streight agen A Curse upon you which hurts most these Nations Cavaliers swearing or your Protestations Nay though Oaths by you be so much abhorr'd Ye allow God damne me in the Puritan Lord They keepe the Bible from Lay-men but ye Avoid this for ye have no Laytie They in a forraigne and unknowne tongue pray You in an unknowne sence your prayers say So that this difference 'twixt ye does ensue Fooles understand not them nor Wise men you They an unprofitable zeale have got Of invocating Saints that heare them not 'T were well you did so nought may more be fear'd In your fond prayers then that they should be heard To them your Non-sence well enough might passe They 'd ne're see that i' th' Divine Looking-glasse Nay whether you 'de worship Saints is not yet knowne For ye' have as yet of your Religion none They by good-workes thinke to be justified You into the same errour deeper slide You thinke by workes too justified to be And those ill workes Lies Treason Perjurie But oh your faith is mighty that hath beene As true faith ought to be of things unseene At Worc'ster Brainceford and Edge hill we see Onely by faith you' have gotten victory Such is your faith and some such unseene way The publique faith at last your debts will pay They hold free-will that nought their soules may bind As the great Priviledge of all mankind You 're here more moderate for 't is your intent To make 't a Priv'ledge but of Parliament They forbid Priests to marry you worse doe Their Marriage you allow yet punish too For you 'de make Priests so poore that upon all Who marry scorne and beggery must fall They a bold power o're sacred Scriptures take Blot out some Clauses and some new ones make Your great Lord Iesuite Brookes publiquely said Brookes whom too little learning hath made mad That to correct the Creed ye should doe well And blot out Christs descending into Hell Repent wild man or you 'le ne're change I feare The sentence of your owne descending there Yet modestly they use the Creed for they Would take the Lords prayer Root and Branch away And wisely said a Levit of our nation The Lords Prayer was a Popish Innovation Take heed you 'le grant ere long it should be said An 't be but to desire your daily Bread They keepe the people ignorant and you Keepe both the People and yourselves so too They blind obedience and blind duty teach You blind Rebellion and blind faction preach Nor can I blame you much that yee advance That which can onely save yee Ignorance Though Heaven be praysed t' has oft beene proved well Your Ignorance is not Invincible Nay such bold lies to God him selfe yee vaunt As if you'd faine keepe him too ignorant Limbus and Purgatory they beleive For lesser sinners that is I conceive Malignants onely you this Tricke does please For the same Cause ye ' have made new Limbuses Where we may ly imprison'd long ere we A day of Iudgement in your Courts shall see But Pym can like the Pope with this dispence And for a Bribe deliver Soules from thence Their Councels claime Infallibility Such must your Conventicle-synod be And Teachers from all Parts of th' Earth yee call To mak 't a Councell Oecumenicall They sev'rall times appoint from meats t' abstaine You now for th' Irish warres a Fast ordaine And that that Kingdome might be sure to fast Yee take a Course to sterve them all at last Nay though yee keepe no Eves Fridayes nor Lent Not to dresse meate on Sundayes you're Content Then you repeat repeat and pray and pray Your Teeth keepe Sabboth and Tongues working day They preserve Reliques you have few or none Unlesse the Clout sent to Iohn Pym be one And Hollises rich Widow Shee who carryed A Relique in her wombe before she married They in succeeding Peter take a Pride So doe you for your Master ye' have denyed But cheifely Peters Priviledge yee choose At your own wills to bind and to unloose He was a Fisherman you may be so too When nothing but your ships are left to you He went to Rome to Rome you Backward ride Though both your goings are by some denyed Nor i' st a Contradiction if we say You goe to Rome the quite Contrary way He dy'd o' the Crosse that death 's unusuall now The Gallowes is most like 't and that 's for you They musicke
love i' th Church it offends your sence And therefore yee have sung it out from thence Which shewes if right your mind be understood You hate it not as Musicke but as Good Your madnesse makes you sing as much as they Dance who are bit with a Tarantula But do not to your selves alas appeare The most Religious Traitors that ere were Because your Troopes singing of Psalmes do goe Ther 's many a Traytor has marcht Holbourn so Nor was 't your wit this holy project bore Tweed and the Tyne has seene those Trickes before They of strange Miracles and wonders tell You are your selves a kind of Miracle Even such a miracle as in writ divine We read o' th Devills hurrying downe the Swine They have made Images to speake 't is said You a dull Image have your Speaker made And that your bounty in offerings might abound Y' have to that Idoll giv'n six thousand pound They drive out Devills they say here yee begin To differ I confesse you let them in They maintaine Transubstantiation You by a Contrary Philosophers stone To Transubstantiate Mettalls have the skill And turne the Kingdomes Gold to I'ron and Steele I' th' Sacrament yee agree not but 't is noted Bread must be Flesh Wine Bloud if ere 't be voted They make the Pope their Head you exalt for him Primate and Metropolitane Master Pym Nay White who sits in the Infallible Chaire And most Infallibly speakes Non-sence there Nay Cromwell Pury Whistler Sir Iohn Wray He who does say and say and say and say Nay Lowry who does new Church-Gover'ment wish And Prophesies like Ionas midst the Fish Who can such various businesse wisely sway And handle Herrings and Bishops in one day Nay all your Preachers Women Boyes or Men From Master Calamy to Mistresse Ven Are perfect Popes in their owne Parish growne For to outdoe the story of Pope Ione Your Women preach too and are like to bee The Whores of Babylon as much as Shee They depose Kings by force by force you 'de doe it But first use faire meanes to perswade them to it They dare kill Kings now 'twixt ye here 's the strife That you dare shoot at Kings to save their life And what 's the difference 'pray whether he fall By the Popes Bull or your Oxe Generall Three Kingdomes thus ye strive to make your owne And like the Pope usurpe a Triple Crowne Such is your Faith such your Religion Let 's view your manners now and then I ha' done Your Covetousnesse let gasping Ireland tell Where first the Irish Lands and next ye sell The English Bloud and raise Rebellion here With that which should suppresse and quench it there What mighty summes have ye squeez'd out o' th' City Enough to make 'em poore and something witty Excise Loanes Contributions Pole-moneys Bribes Plunder and such Parliament Priviledges Are words which you 'le ne're learne in holy Writ 'Till the Spirit and your Synod ha's mended it Where 's all the Twentieth part now which hath beene Paid you by some to forfeit the Nineteene Where 's all the Goods distrain'd and Plunders past For you 're growne wretched pilfering knaves at last Descend to Brasse and Pewter till of late Like Midas all ye toucht must needs be Plate By what vast hopes is your Ambition fed 'T is writ in bloud and may be plainly read You must have Places and the Kingdome sway The King must be a Ward to your Lord Say Your innocent Speaker to the Rolles must rise Six thousand pound hath made him proud and wise Kimbolton for his Fathers place doth call Would be like him would he were face and all Isaack would alwayes be Lord Mayor and so May alwayes be as much as he is now For the Five Members they so richly thrive They 'le but continue alwayes Members Five Onely Pym doth his naturall right enforce By the Mothers side he 's Master of the Horse Most shall have Places by these popular tricks The rest must be content with Bishopricks For 't is 'gainst Superstition your intent First to root out that great Church Ornament Money and Lands your swords alas are drawne Against the Bishop not his Cap or Lawne O let not such loud Sacriledge begin Tempted by Henries rich successefull sinne Henry the Monster King of all that age Wilde in his Lust and wilder in his Rage Expect not you his Fate though Hotham thrives In imitating Henries tricke for Wives Nor fewer Churches hopes then Wives to see Buried and then their Lands his owne to bee Ye boundlesse Tyranes how doe you outvy Th' Athenian Thirty Romes Decâ—mviri In Rage Injustice Cruelty as farre Above those men as you in number are What Mysteries of Iniquity doe we see New Prisons made to defend Libertie Where without cause some are undone some dy Like men bewitcht they know not how nor why Our Goods forc'd from us for Propriety's sake And all the Reall Non-sence which ye make Ship-money was unjustly ta'ne ye say Unjustlier farre you take the Ships away The High-Commission you calld Tyrannie Ye did Good God! what is the High-Committee Ye said that gifts and bribes Preferments bought By Money and Bloud too they now are sought To the Kings will the Lawes men strove to draw The Subjects will is now become the Law 'T was fear'd a New Religion would begin All new Religions now are entred in The King Delinquents to protect did strive What Clubs Pikes Halberts Lighters sav'd the Five You thinke the Parliament like your State of Grace What ever sinnes men doe they keepe their place Invasions then were fear'd against the State And Strode swore that last yeare would be ' Eighty-Eight You bring in Forraine aid to your designes First those great Forraine Forces of Divines With which Ships from America were fraught Rather may stinking Tobacco still be brought From thence I say next ye the Scots invite Which ye terme Brotherly Assistanâ—e right For with them you intend England to share They who alas but younger Brothers are Must have the Monies for their Portion The Houses and the Lands will be your owne We thanke ye for the wounds which we endure Whil'st scratches and slight pricks ye seeke to sure We thanke ye for true reall feares at last Which free us from so many false ones past We thanke ye for the Bloud which fats our Coast That fatall debt paid to great Straffords Ghost We thanke ye for the ills receiv'd and all Which by your diligence in good time we shall We thanke ye and our gratitude 's as great As yours when you thank'd God for being â—eat A. C. FINIS