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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34793	The schismatick stigmatized wherein all make-bates are branded : whether they are eves-dropping-newes-carriers, murmurers, complainers, railers, reproachers, revilers, repining reformers, fault-finders, quarrell-pickers and corner-creepers : with all the rabble of brain-sicks who are enemies to old Englands peace / by Richard Carter.	Carter, Richard, 17th/18th cent.	1641 (1641)	Wing C664; ESTC R10295	11,943	23

She shames not her taile These for brevitics sake the rest we shall see anon and enjoy their sweet company Then I conceited I heard the fore-named Rout and Rabble whispering crooking and hissing like Toads Snakes Adders and Serpents bussing and hussing like whole swarmes of Bees Waspes and Hornets thus croking hissing buzzing and hussing on both sides mine eares which rouzed me up and now I know my Dreame is out For their Preaching or prating rather against me is nothing but cursing and lyes as I sald above Psal. 59. 12. But while they curse me I will pray for them as our blessed Saviour hath taught us all Father forgive them they know not what they doe and as the Proto-Martyr St. Stephen prayd for his mortall enemies Lord lay not this sinne to their charge and as our Church in Old-England doth teach us all to pray that it may please thee to forgive our enemies persecuters and slanderers and t turne their hearts We beseech thee to heare us good Lord For as much as Schismaticks cannot brooke Church-Musick calling the same the Devills Bag-pipes I shall now sing them a plaine-song and so wind up the Bottome for this time OLD Homers Mastyx Zoilus thou art And carping Momus bitter sharp and tart You learned Poets spare my ignorance The lesse I am the more I you advance Contraria juxta se posita magis manifestant All Schismaticks in generall Against our Church doe vent their Gall Like Cerberus the Dog of Hell At peace and truth they yelp and yell In prayer they say Lard Lard Lard Lard Lard Lard a hundred times is hard But our Lords-prayer they despise Because they are blind and precise Behold how they will brag and boast Blaspheming still the Holy Ghost They say the Spirit doth them lead Because Gods Word they heare and read Gods sacred word they ever wrest And make it speake what faction list Whereby they hide great villany With damned deep hy-po-cri-sie Poore widowes and poore fatherlesse They make no bones still to oppresse And for pretence long prayers make Because men should no notice take The Mote within his brothers eye The Schismatick will soone espy But his owne Beame doth cloud his sight Hypocrisie doth him benight Like painted Tombes they doe appeare With rottennesse full fraughted are Their hearts and tongues doe not agree To God nor King will bend their knee Behold when they doe pray or fast Their hands and eyes to skies they cast Sighing foole-lowd grone glout and lower Wringing a crabbed face most sower But when the poore doe crie for bread The hide-bound slave doth hide his head With words Demure he feeds the poore False-frothy-food he gives great store As Iosephs Mistris cunningly Chaste Iosephs garment laid her by To shew before her Husbands face To hide her whorish lust most base Thus Schismaticks to Church will flock But use Religion for a cloak Unto Brownes Church they shew great zeale Despising Church and Common-weale Fault-finders they will sing no song But babble loud in prayer long No shew of good in them is found But Factions Trumpet loud must sound With vestures gestures and such things White-Surplesse Rotchets Hoods and Rings The Schismatick will prating bee Still Mint Annis Tieth will he Mens vertues fooles will seldome name But blast mens vices to their shame Foule flies such suck foule matter still Rooting Swine-like in each Dung-hill Caesar when he demands his due Then startleth this braine-sick crew They prate forthwith some Scripture Text To spare his money being vext Far from Saint Paul behold he saith That man denyed hath the faith Worse than an Infidell he is Who doth not all provide for his The Divell had his Scriptum Est But sacred Writ he still did wrest He tempts the Church and Christ our Lord As holy Scripture doth Record By heards into Brownes Church they come And squot them downe upon their Bum Gods Service they doe all despise They are so fond blinde and precise They still pretend a publique good But for Faction is understood Our King and State may sinke or swim Peace seemeth nothing unto him Against disorders fooles will prate Controlling King the Church and State Bishops preach wrong but Coblers right If judge may be the Brain-sick-wight Their trade is all to prate and heare Because they are all mouth and eare Like hounds they harke and barke about Our Church is combred with this rout They keep no calling honestly But loyter laze catch cheat and lie And when honest mens goods they nim Free-holders still they prove to him They read no books but sacred Writ But yet God knowes they have no wit A sencelesse sence themselves will give None but a dunce will them believe As holy-water scares a sprite So learning frights the hy-po-crite All our fore-fathers they despise Grave Bishops Doctors Godly-wise These reverend Fathers fooles reject Tom-Cobler will himselfe direct In pulpits trades-men they extoll But King and Church they all controll They seeme a Papist to abhorre For Idolls vaine they doe adore If one be bad neither is good With two faces under one Hood A Drunkard Theefe or whore-Master Rogues Ruffins Bawds I far prefer Before false-faining seeming-good Having two faces in one Hood Sectaries still doe Idolize Vaine factious fansies as their eyes But none can blind our God of light No Devill nor no hy-po-crite Saint James why shouldst thou now have blame Because our Church doth beare thy name Moses and Aaron blessed are No Catharists De-rothing were Saints and their works we high esteeme What ever Brain-sick wise-men deeme Benefactors we all record And for all such still praise the Lord Blinde Zelots with blinde zeale are bent Against order of Parliament Their eares they prick up like an Asse And quarrells pick in Glasse and Brasse He that shall at my Verses stick Perhaps may prove some Schismatick Sectaries Brain-sick heads are sick All spur-gald Jades will wince and kick Fables and Factions fooles love best Fractions and Factions I detest What our King Charles doth defend In that I live and hope to end The Catholick undoubted-Creed I doe believe and hold indeed No way to blisse I know but one That is by Iesus Christ alone Lord blesse King Charles his Majesty His Queen and royall Progeny Elizabeth with her off-spring Their praises all the Muses sing The Honourable Counsell grave Thy Counsell Lord for them we crave And thus we pray with one consent Lord helpe our present Parliament God Almighty send peace among all Christians and blesse Great Britaine But principally increase and also confirme and continue peace more and more between Old England and Scotland Soli Deo Honor Gloria Richard Carter FINIS Behold the guilty man doth dreame All what I write puts him to shame Sutor ne ultra ●repidam Matth. 4.

asked him why he gave thanks for Benefactors and he replyed The practise of Oxford-Schollers was Christian for they rehearse in the Pulpit a large Catalogue of Benefactors by name and giving God thanks for them all because they loved our nation and have built us Synagogues I heard him say also that authority have removed the railes from the Communion-table but Brairsick Schismaticks have brought all their railings into Pulpits where they prate of Mag-pyes Cocks-combs Rooks and Wood-cocks Jack Dawes Crowes Ravens their cousen German and of Crossing and lyes Psal. 59. 12. Nick Zay him what he woll who hem doe call praters are zweer Teachers they con stond under the originalls but not one word of Latine vor Latine God blesse us is the language of the whore of Rome And a zet up a Zinc of Richard and Iohn Dorothing and a zaith they were Benefactors to their Church but though o was a Benevactor th a pulden downe with a vengeance because a had on a Bishops Cap on 's head ha ha he Oh my side I say ho ho Tom. Brother Nickallas he set up Verses to this purpose Saint James and both Derothings we Record And for all such we blesse and praise the Lord And againe Such and their workes we high esteeme What ever Brain-sick fellowes deeme And againe This Church repair'd the time I fixe Sixteen hundred thirtie sixe And this following Behold a blessed sight to see When men in peace and truth agree Concord with truth makes strong all things This pleaseth God and Christian Kings But discord hath great mischiefes wrought And Kingdomes great hath brought to nought Therefore good Christians all accord In peace and truth still please the Lord Devills doe joyne tempt and conspire Alwayes to bring all to hell-fire But men who doe concord reject Are worse than Devills in this respect Nick Oh brother Tom-asse he makes us all worse than Devills ha ha he I con but lafe Tom. I asked him who he meant by those Brain-sick fellows and he said he did well hope they had beene all at Roter-dam or Amsterdam But being my poore harmlesse Verses have done their Errand and Schisme and Faction hath made application therefore now downe with them downe with them even to the ground thus we see his ignorance I asked him where the soule of Lazarus was while his body lay in the ground and whether he did inherit his lands againe when he was restored to life and he smiled as indeed his common manner is and said he would not answer a foole in his folly I demanded of him also what God was doing before he made the world and hee said for ought he knew God was preparing hell-fire to torment Brain-sick fooles unlesse they doe repent in time Nick I harden zay that which we call porredge and Masse is Gods Divine Service what zaist thou Tom. I heard him compare the same to Nectar and Ambrosia yea sweeter then the honey and the honey-combe Nick Zay what he woll wee zure must have all-turd this zourvice now or never Tom. Ay true-ly brother Nick away with this dependant government both head and taile root and branch Downe with all Universities Colledges and Schooles they doe but maintaine Learning an enemy to us Downe with Churches Hospitalls and Almes-houses they doe but helpe the widowes fatherlesse blinde sicke and lame these were most of them founded by Papists Downe with all these Crosses in generall especially that Idolatrous Crosse in Cheap-side Away with all Orthodoxe Divines as Doctors Bishops and such like these all the swelling Titles of Anti-christ and have a Pope in their bellies being Papists in graine Up with a Barne a Cow-house a Stable a Hogs-stye a Dogs-kennell a private house or Privy house the Woods fields in a Ditch under a hedge all those places are consecrated as well as their Popish Churches Nick Ha ha he gramarcy gramarcy brother Tom-asse ge me thy vest I zay I zee thy zeale away too with the zhitten smock of the whore of Rome Tom. Away with the whore strip her starke naked make her a very Adamite that silly sencelesse sinlesse shamelesse sister of ours Nick Brother Tom I hope zhortly to zee thee vapour up into a Poopit vorzooth as they are Coblers Boxe-makers Felt-makers Button-makers Coatch-men Bottle-Ale-sellers Taylers and Botchers and zuch like these are all zweet Teachers and all the happinesse these poopish vellowes have next to the bloud of Christ they are beholding to us vor the zame And I zee the Zaints on Christs and they zay the Zaints in heaven too are worshipped therevore I see no reason but they must all downe Tom. Brother Nick I would not part from thee thus but wee have a private meeting anon I pray thee meet mee there Nick Ha ha he zaist thou zo they zay our Prevemeetings are called Tickles I connot tell wot Chivoz never zo joviall zince thouze ebore ha he ha Oh what zhall I zay I can but laugh O my sides Tom. Call they our meetings what they please In a word Mr. Faction doth teach to day and he came lately from Amsterdam or Rotterdam or some other new Plantation in Tom-Turbulents Ferry-Boat with a huge Spring-Tide the last great Beare-baiting and he landed at the Isle of Dogs And Mr. Tickle he will tickle them in five places Nick Cha haden bevore now there woll be no Masse nor Poredge Zames nor Glori Patria no vurst nor zecond Lezon no Epistle nor Gozpell no Pater noster vor that is a zin and Poperie to zay our Vather no ten Commandements no Collects no standing up at the Creed nor no kneeling downe but all zitting on our Bummes and our Hats on shim as we zate by the vire zide vor there 's no prayer vor King or Queene nor their Children no prayer vor vaire weather nor a nont vowle and no prayer a nont word vamine or zicknesse But Mr. Vaction hath abundance of indiscretion and a negligent care to prevent all good meanes to zee every thing our of order and nothing as it should be Oh brother Tomasse who would have thote to zee this zweet deformation ha he I con but laugh Oh my belly I zay Tom. There will be more than a good many well knowne to thee and to me these by name besides Master Faction and Master Tickle there will be also Sir Iohn Lack-Latine Nebula Newes-carrier Marmaduke Murmurer Cabillus Complainer Ralph Rayler Roger Reviler Randall Repiner Rodrick Reprocher Rodulphus Reformer and Rowland Renegado Clement Corner-creeper Edgar Etonist Triston Trakite Patrick Peevish Anthony Antinomist Quintillian Quarrell-picker Pheb Phanaticus Sim Separatist Franck Familist Bat Brownist and Hercules Hatefull Not onely all those subtle Buzzards but also a rout of our sweet sistren as Agnes Anabaptist Kate Catabaptist Franck Footbaptist Penelope Punck Merald Make-bate Ruth Rake-hell Tabitha Tattle Pru Prattle and that poore silly simple sencelesse sinlesse shamelesse naked wretch Alice the Adamite As bare as ones naile