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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60980	A sovereign remedy for the Presbyterian's maladie inflicted on them by those Lordly Bishops, Puritan pride, and zealous self-will. In answer to Wild.		1663 (1663)	Wing S4778; ESTC R222153	1,571	1

A SOVEREIGN REMEDY FOR THE Presbyterian's Maladie Inflicted on them by those Lordly Bishops Puritan Pride and Zealous Self-will In Answer to Wild. The second Edition enlarged DEar Friend and Brother in the flesh this Page I send thee lying in the Cripple's Cage Not that I Envie but Rejoyce that we Are Fellow-feelers of one Misery Old Bishop Gout by 's Officer Old Ale Hath sent thee limping to the Black-pot Goal But fie that Saints each other should abuse So much i th' thing they all so often use As I was Preaching on the secret point Of Venery I did but slip a joint Too far when straight old Bishop Pox cry'd cease You do encroach upon my Diocess Since which I have so rattled in the Nose That all the disaffected do suppose It as a scandal to the brethren and say The Presbyterian Tone first came that way Some call me Popish Prelat and protest My No-nose is the only mark o' th' Beast Dear Brother thus our punishments agree There is more difference 'twixt Calamy And you some Doctors hold our's be the same And that the Pox as well as Gout you claim But I am silent though you roar your Gout saints should be wiser than to bring all out Yet why should we rail at the Bishops Can You blame the ingenuous Husbandman For weeding his Corn for driving to Pound The Cattle which do trespass on his ground Had we not medled with forbidden things Nor broke the just Commandement of Kings But stickled for the Churches settlement As much as we did for the Covenant We made to break it then our State our Name Of Saint had been no Ironie in fame Baxter should then have been the shining light Formen to see to pray by not to fight Could we disgarison the Scotish Devil Be Nonconformists only unto Evil Repent of false Oaths and take true as fast As we invented tooke and broke the last Then Calamy should ne'r be th' fixed Star In Newgate hell but in the Hemisphere Nor Wild a poor Erratick finding no place For 's Family nor yet it seems for Grace Thou gouty Goal-bird could thy red-fac'd Muse No other stuff into thy Pate infuse Than Libelling Can Nonconformists be So conformable to iniquitie Well hast thou said These Presbyterian Kn-sl-aves ill ne'r leave back-biting though in their Graves Their Preaching is no better and their Prayers Do nought but set's together by the ears Pull down set up set up pull down's the cry Which flows still from ne'r still Presbytery But that the Tempting Devil would Preach on Although our Saviour bid him to ha' done I should have thought that tempting Calamy Would have been silenc'd by Authoritie Were th' Commons once Omnipotent and now Can't King Lords and Commons make a straw bow Oh that he had a House would but invent To place the King below the Parliament Cease tinkling Cymbal now thy sounding brass Will not at once for Gold and Silver pass Let Egypt's plagues be mentioned no more One Preshyter's more mischief than a score If Puritans in stead of Frogs had fell Pharaoh at first had let go Israel Like Satan's It is written they can bring A Text of Scripture for the greatest Sin But prithee what Wild fancy made thee rime That lurching of a Sermon is the Crime Canonical Alas didst never know The Gospel-fighting Ministers do so Had not the learned Bishops chang'd the Tongue o th' Bible and of other books the throng Of New-found Preachers I would not read and then Would the Spirit thus supply the Brethren They hug'd the Directory Common Pray'r they hate Because not forg'd in a Presbyterian pate So have I seen Bears lick their Whelps and roar At purer Beasts thus Babylons old Whore Swadling her Bastard-children doth deny An Entertainment to chast honesty Is Preaching down and silenced because The Presbyters may'nt bawl against the Laws Not rail at Church and State nor bait the King With Pulpit-bulls like Dogs a Bear-baiting So Wranglers Cheats and Cozeners may say Cause they shut out fair Gamesters do not play So Quacksalvers and Mountebanks proclaim No Physick's like to theirs though of the same Once come to hear and they shall understand There ne'r was better Preaching in the Land Nor Prayers so well compos'd with words matter Not like unto the Puritanick chatter Where Hum ha and oh bear all the sway And true Devotion is a Cast-away But cease my Muse the Presbyterian See Will fall with weight of its own Villany FINIS