Selected quad for the lemma: prayer_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
prayer_n	church_n	form_n	prescribe_v	4,968	5	9.6461	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A66775	Withers redivivus, in a small New-Years-gift, pro rege & grege, and to His Royal Highness the Prince of Orange wherein is a most strange and wonderful plot, lately found out and discovered, and recommended to all the imposing members of the Church of England, to be by them acted, as part of their last Lent confession : viz. to all Roman Catholick priests and jesuits of persecuting principles and profession : with the arraignment and tryal of Innocent the XIth, present Pope of Rome, refused last Lent to be licensed by reason of the matter therein contained / by T.P.	T. P. (Theophilus Philalethes); Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1689 (1689)	Wing W3185A; ESTC R12082	16,800	45

their Souls likewise To make them all to him a Legal Prize Nay more My Lords he doth Depose at Pleasure His Neighbour Princes to augment his Treasure Absolves their Subjects from that Faith and Trust They swear to them for to fullfil his Lust When as he is but in a Rampant Fit Never did Peter such a Sin commit Nor never did in such great Power sit His Doctrine was to Fear God and the King But his Successors they know no such thing Christ's Precept was to let the Wheat and Tares Grow till the Harvest he plucks up the Ears Of all the Wheat that in his Corn can find Roots all that up but leaves the Tares behind Christ's Precept was to Peter Feed my Sheep His Precepts are to lay them fast asleep By scorching Flames He sends them under ground Till the last Trump shall for their Bodies sound Christ's Worship was in Spirit and in Truth His Worship is Trash Trumpery and Froth Christ never twisted Church and State together But alwayes did his Church from State still Sever As not concerned with the Civil Sword To force his Subjects to obey his Word His Souldiers alwayes must be Volanteers Or else they are not Wheat but musty Tares But your great Prince as great as Cup and Can Have twisted them together in one Man. Look on him now and on his Hoary Pate There you may read not only Church but State. Old Gregory Gray-beard Sice Ace of that Name So soon as he unto the Popedom came By his old subtle and great conjuring Art Of Church and State he then did get the Start Wresting the Power from great Cesar's Hand So Church and State he after did command This HEL-DE-BRAND or Brand of Hell by Name The greatest Blot unto the Christian Name The greatest Monster and the greatest Cheat That ever hap'ned to the Roman Seat Of all the Popes that ever rul'd before The nearest Type of the true Scarlet Whore Nay some presume he was that Strumpet which Saint John foresaw the Nations did Bewitch For ever since by his Example shown All his Successors have usurp'd Christ's Throne And taught their neighbour Princes the same Trade Christ's Power in God's Church for to Invade Blessed be God that English Men now see That our great Prince from this great Sin is Free. Pardon My Lords this small Digression here And we 'll procceed to what we more can Swear Christ's Precepts were unto all Men to do As they by others would be done unto That Golden Rule which he did them prescribe To every Nation and to every Tribe But his Precepts are of another Strain As Thousands to their Cost though to his shame Do daily find which live within his Round He spareth none but sends them to Lob's Pound Instead of giving all their Equal Right In doing wrong his Soul doth take Delight His quiet Subjects round him far and near He Persecutes because they quiet are Witness MOLINOS and his PEN-like Crew If this be Justice pray My Lords Judge you To punish those who are both still and quiet Who would treat Men with that course sort of Diet VVhich plainly shews with what invet'rate Hate That Church still bears to a true Christian State. God's Precepts are to Worship him alone Through Jesus Christ his true and only Son. His Precepts are to Worship many more Thousands of Wafers they for Gods adore Who are his Subjects by his great Command Good God what worship is in all his Land. The Heathen worship they have quite out-done In their adoring of the Rising Sun. That Lamp hath Light Heat Motion theirs have none They may as well fall to a Stock or Stone Yet they believe these Gods of Bread they see Before their Eyes to have Ubiquity Ten thousand Bodies in one place at once And of their Faith herein they greatly Bounce This they affirm and this they do believe And pin their Faith upon your Churches Sleeve Although repugnant to all Sense and Reason Yet to deny it doth amount to Treason By Statute Law as plainly did appear When as your Head and Church was fixed here His Prayers to all Saints is much the same Which ought to be in Christ's most Holy Name According to that Form he did Prescribe To every Nation and to every Tribe To be observ'd when they Addresses make To the most High should be for his Names sake Who died for us rose again to Save At the last Trump Believers from the Grave And after that would give Eternal Breath To those who now are Faithful until Death Nay his own Subjects he deludes so Far As to Believe those which but Creatures are To be Omniscient Oh! this Horrid Gin Makes him undoubtedly the Man of Sin VVho doth exhalt himself so over All VVhom all true Christians the most High do call To pray to those their wisest Men can't tell Whether their Souls are now in Heaven or Hell Is such a piece of Nonsence and ill Fame To give this Bastard Child a Proper Name We Language want and therefore here must cease Wishing your Honours Everlasting Peace Although to speak the Truth your Head and Pope For this alone he doth deserve a Rope And now My Lords to sum up all what 's said In this great Cause wherein he hath betray'd That only Trust which he pretends unto We ask no Favour only Justice do These are the Crimes for which he stands Indicted Pope Innocent Pray let him not be slighted By your High Court but let him Justice have Although it be to send him to his Grave We have arraign'd him you his Cause have heard It lies on your Part when to shave his Beard Great Truth doth still repose such trust in you You shall be Grand and Petty Jury too Which surely is so fair all Men will judge That to be try'd by you he will not grudge And if you find your Head that Scarlet Whore In Sacred Writ Reveal'd we 'll ask no more As we do hope you will then shall we sing Anthems Te Deum's to our Lord and King And all St. Peter's Bells in Rome shall Ring Should he plead Guilty then we beg this Boon In Truths behalf he may not die so soon As might expected be for such a Crime For his Repentance Pray let him have time But when his day of Execution comes Sound all your Trumpets and Beat all your Drums To call together all the Armed Force You then can make both of your Foot and Horse To Guard your City Gates and all your Streets Least the enraged Mobile you meets To Rescue him out of your Cities Hands By their unruly and their Head-strong Bands For Education is so mighty strong They love no Changes whether right or wrong This by Experience England now doth find He that don't see it surely is Stone Blind Were English Boyes now on your City Ground They 'd make no bones to Race her to the Ground We are afraid they are so grievous Rude We cannot stop the