Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
faith_n	church_n	scripture_n	tradition_n	15,184	5	9.5685	5	true

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

Honour of our Lady You shall see without doubt the Devil cast out As of old by Erra Pater He shall skip about and tear like a dancing Bear When he feels the Holy Water If yet doubtful you are we have Relicks most rare We can shew you the Sacred Manger Several loads of the Cross as good as ere was To preserve your Souls from danger Should I tell you of all it would move a stone-wall But I spare you a little for pity That each one may prepare and rub up his ear For the second part of my Ditty Now listen again to those things that remain They are matters of weight I assure you And the first thing I say throw your Bibles away 'T is impossible else for to cure you O that pestilent Book never on it more look I wish I could sing it out louder It has done men more harm I dare boldly affirm Than th' Invention of Guns Powder As for matters of Faith believe what the Church saith But for Scripture leave that to the Learned For these are edge-tools you Laymen are fools If you touch them you are sure to be harmed But pray what is it for that you make all this stir You must read you must hear and be learned If you 'l be on our part we will teach you an Art That you need not be so much concerned Be the Churches good Son and your work is half done After that you may do your own pleasure If your Beads you can tell and say Ave Mary well Never doubt of the Heavenly Treasure For the Pope keeps the Keys and can do what he please And without all peradventure If you cannot at the fore yet at the back-door Of Indulgence you may enter But first by the way you must make a short stay At a place called Purgatory Which the Learned us tell in the buildings of Hell Is about the middlemost story 'T is a monstrous hot place and a mark of disgrace In the torment on 't long to endure None are kept there but Fools poor pitiful Souls Who can no ready money procure For a handsom round Sum you may quickly be gon For the Church has wisely ordaind That they who build Crosses and pay well for Masses Should not there be too long detaind So that 's a plain case as the Nose on ones Face We are in the surest condition And none but poor Fools and some niggardly Owls Need fall into utter perdition What aileth you then O ye great and rich men That you will not hearken to reason Since as long as y' have Pence y' need scruple no offence Be it Murther Adultery Treason And ye sweet-natur'd Women who hold all things common My addresses to you are most hearty And to give you your due you are to us most true And we hope we shall gain the whole party If you happen to fall your Penance is small And although you cannot forgo it We have for you a cure if of this you be sure To confess before you go to it There is one reason yet which I cannot omit To those who affect the French Nation Hereby we advance the Religion of France The Religion that 's only in fashion If these reaâ—ons prevail as how can they fail To have Popery entertain'd You cannot conceive and will hardly believe What benefits hence may be gain'd For the Pope shall us bless that 's no small happiness And again we shall see restored The Italian Trade which formerly made This Land to be so much adored O the Pictures and Rings the Beads fine things The good words as sweet as Honey All this and much more shall be brought to our door For a little dull English-money Then shall Justice and Love whatever can move Be restored again to our Britain And Learning so common that every old woman Shall say her Prayers in Latin Then the Church shall bear sway the State shall obey Which is now lookt upon as a wonder And the proudest of Kings with all temporal things Shall submit and truckle under And the Parliament too who have tak'n us to do And have handled us with so much terror May chance on that score 't is no time to say more They may chance to acknowledge their error If any man yet shall have so little Wit As still to be refractory I swear by the Mass he is a meer Ass And so there 's an end of a Story A Continuation of the Catholick Ballad inviting to Popery Vpon the best Grounds and Reasons that could ever yet be produced To an excellent Tune called The Powder-plot FRom Infallible Rome once more I am come With a Budget of Catholick Ware Shall dazle your Eyes and your Fancies surprize To embrace a Religion so rare Oh! the Love and good Will of his Holiness still What will he not do for to save ye If such Pains and such Art cannot you Convert 'T is pity but Old Nick should have ye Now our Priests are run down and our Iesuits aground And their Arguments all prove invalid See here he hath got an unheard of New-plot To Proselite you with a Ballad Then lay by your Jeers and prick up your Ears Whilst I unto you do display The advantage and worth the Truth and so forth Of the Roman Catholick way If you did but behold the Faith and the Gold Of which Holy Church is possest You would never more stray in the Heretical way But flie to her Lap to be blest The Pope is the Head and doth Peter succeed Pray come away faster and faster He succeeds him 't is true but would you know how T is only in denying his Master He 's Infallible too what need more ado And ever hath Truth in possession For though once Mob Ioan Ascended the Throne The same was no breach of Succession Our Church and no other is the Reverend Mother Of Christians throughout the whole Earth Though Older they be perhaps far than she Yet they must owe unto Her their Birth Our Faith is so great so sound and compleat It scorneth both Scripture and Reason And builds on Tradition sometimes Superstition And oft-times Rebellion and Treason Our strict Purity is plain to each eye That Catholick Countries view For there to suppress the sins of the Flesh Sodomy is in use and the Stews Our Zeal has been felt whereever we dwelt On all that our Doctrine deny If we have a Suspicion we make Inquisition And straight the poor Hereticks fry In vain they may plead or their Scriptures read We value them all not a Pin The best Argument that we can invent Is with Fire and Sword to begin A most Godly way whatever they say Since it their Salvation oâ—tains Makes them Orthodox with blows and with knocks And hammers Faith into their Brains A God we can make of a thin Wafer-Cake And eat him up when we have done But a Drop of the Cup Lay-men must not sup For the Priest guzles

Papist that Curses the Catholick Whore Although in his Heart he the same do adore And still his contriving more Plots than before Libra nos c. From a Jesuit drest up in Masquerade That understands his Blood-thirsty Trade That can neither by Justice or Mercy be laid Libra nos c. From Bumâ—kin and Citt that at random do range And for a Sham-Plot do true honesty change Though come off by the LEE methinks it is STRANGE Libra nos c. From such a hard Fortune as barely to write But only for Bred from Morning till Night That would more than a Crack-farts Courage affright Libra nos c. From those that Sedition do dayly invent To render a breach and gross discontent Betwixt our Great King and Loyal Parliament Libra nos c. From such as do dayly possess us with fears And yet at the same do prick up their ears Which care not which Course our Council now steers Libra nos c. That the Rhomish Whore may be stript of her dress And cast in the Pit that is call'd Bottomless That her Plots Loyal Subjects no more distress Quesimus te Domine That Queen Besses Enemies run the same Fate As lately they did in the last Eighty Eight May never one want to peep through a Grate Quesimus c. That the Purse-bearer Iudas his Protestant face May never resume his former high place Except for to fall in Eternal Disgrace Quesimus c. That the Doctor beyond Sea in spight of his skill May never return but keep close there still Or else may he die by his own Poysonous Pill Quesimus c. That Popish Curr in honest disguise That Curses us all before he do rise May his Plots be confounded though never so wise Quesimus c. That such whose hands are still dipt in Blood And intend to make second Noah's Flood That all such may perish and all of their Brood Quesimus c. That such as do render the Plot for a Fable And make it the talk of each Coffee-house Table To enter Heaven Gates may they never be able Quesimus c. That such as are forced to write but for bread May be by the dayly Providence fed Much rather than those who will Plot till they 're dead Quesimus c. That Seditious Spirits may now be supprest And that in true earnest not only in Jest That such may never more feather their Nest. Quesimus c. That those who do dayly possess us with fears May fall themselves together by th' Ears And quit us all from that Cloud which appears Quesimus te Domine The JESUIT Ierk'd A SATYR AScend Alecto from thy Den and come Just as thou look'st in that Infernal Home Hell Fury Fire my Fancy for I have More Cause than Poet e're had yet to Rave Thou art my Muse thy Snakes my Lawrels are Inspir'd by thee I 'll Rome's Intrigues declare Then to thy intermitted Task retire And pay the Iesuits their Arrears of Fire A Iesunt old Satan's Envoy is Sent to succeed the Snake of Paradice For when the fatal stroke of Adam's Loss Was healed by the Great Theanthropos And that first Argument of Hellish Power Was quite Confuted by a Saviour Then baffled Lucifer no answer had Till he a Iesuit his Rejoynder made By whom he hopes compleatly to renew The Battel and once more Mankind undo Plotting his Old Dominion to make good By false Implicit Faith or Fire and Blood That catches Fools and These destroy the Wise Thus all Mankind are equally his Prize Shut your Eyes close believe me and you 'l see Th' Ignatian crys the way t' Eternity Deny all Reason misbelieve your Sense Church cannot erre be that your Confidence Pin on your Sleeve your Faith and tho' you 'r blind Take but fast hold and follow us behind Our open Eyes the way for both will find This Wine and Wafer now are common Food But a few words shall make e'm Flesh and Blood And though they still the self same things appear Yet is Christ's very Blood and Body here Such plain Impostures such bold Cheats as these Can surely none but Fools or Madmen please The Snake of Paradice play'd fairer far With Adam's Wife and more upon the square He call'd an Apple Apple bid her see How fair the Fruit desireable the Tree The Iesuit's tricks would ne're have ta'ne with Eve She saw and felt before she did believe Besides he told her that 't would make her wise But these the grosâ—est ignorance advise And thus we lose our selves b' a greater cheat Than what the Devil us'd in Eve's Defeat Thus we our Sense and Reason lay aside To take an Old Ambitious Pope for Guide Thus we turn Stocks and Ideots and then Become good Cath'licks ceasing to be Men As if the only way to save our Souls Were to be easie Slaves or senseless Fools To all this fond Credulity we 're hurld By slavish fears about a burning World So to be sure to feel no torment there First strip our selves of all our senses here Now my Alecto let 's advance and view The frauds that lurk under Religious shew For though to Heaven their fair pretences swell The root lies deep and dark as is thy Cell No Heathen Law-giver no Pagan Priest Could e're with such mysterious Wiles infest The superstitious Multitude for they Are still most apt to fear they know not why No Cabalist of State could e're trapan With such firm subtilety as Rome's Divan And First lest Holy Church should chance to float Without a last Appeal in endless doubt You must with dumb Obedience still repair Unto Rome's Holy Apostolick Chair That that 's Infallible and cannot erre This bold Assumption keeps more in awe Than Numa with his feigâ—'d Egeria For though it seems at point of Faith to aim 'T is to be uncontroulibly Supream Get universal Def'rence and Create A close dependance on the Roman Seat Branding on all damnable Heresie That dare oppose the Apostolick See Or Rome's Political Divinity Rome's Doctrine is a secular Device Mere trick of State in rev'rend Disguise Th' Ambitious Spawn of latter Centuries And tho' it proudly boast an ancient Line From Peter 't is of basest Origine A Priestly Brat by them Ingendred on Ignorance Fear and Superstition These three compleatly make the Triple Crown And still support Old Rome's Imperial Throne How slily do the Priests by help of these Make Men believe and then do what they please How solemnly they dazle vulgar Eyes With fine mysteriovs Holy Vanities Whose Ceremonious Pomp strikes awful dread In Fools that by their Eyes and Ears are led But should I here endeavour to declare The num'rous Gimcracks of the Romish Fair Their mystick Idols consecrated Bawbles Feign'd Miracles and monstrous Holy Fables How dead Saints Relicks cure the Gout and Ptisick And are like Aegypts Mummy us'd for Physick How they can scare the Devil with a stench As young Tobias did to get the Wench

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