Selected quad for the lemma: religion_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
religion_n	church_n	true_a	word_n	7,455	5	4.3025	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64775	Popery plain foppery: or, The excellency of the Protestant religion, in opposition to popery A poem, written by Sir W.V. Baronet. Licensed, and entred according to Act of Parliament.	W. V., Sir.	1689 (1689)	Wing V16; ESTC R215755	1,681	11

Popery plain Foppery OR THE EXCELLENCY OF THE Protestant Religion In Opposition to POPERY A POEM Written by Sir W. V. Baronet Licensed and Entred according to Act of Parliament LONDON Printed by John Harefinch in Mountague-Court in Little Britain 1689. THE EXCELLENCY OF THE Protestant Religion I Blunder forth no Quirks nor captious Theams No trivial Toyes nor fond lascivious Dreams Nor buzz the honest Reader in the Ear With Miracles were done I know not where But much do blame our Carnal-witted Brood Who loath to taste of Intellectual Food Yet Surfeit on old Tales of Robin Hood The Wonders of the Well of Winnifride Which holy Friars have so often try'd Of Patrick's Broils or of St. George's Lance Of Errant Knights or of the Fairy Dance Or Arthur's Knights or the twelve Peers of France How Dunstan catch't the Devil by the Nose With thousands of absurder Lyes than those How Patrick kill'd five hundred years before Thousands of Irish Kernes by charmed lore How David did a mighty Mountain move And by his Word the massy Earth remove With many more to gull the multitude Which the True Church accounts both false and rude But whilst such idle Tales about are hurl'd I 'll sing the best Religion in the World That which is pure of God's bright Spirit born And grieves to see Christ's Seamless Garment torn Or parted from the Fashion Primitive But as the Gospel teaches strives to live And flies vain Dreams which oft inchant the Sense From worshipping the God-head's Excellence She slights the Tales of Poets strange Vagaries Vows made to Saints and needless Ave Maries And whilst some steal to paths unknown or stray To stranger Coasts She goes the surest way For fear of Wolves or what may else betide A man that loseth Christ his surest Guide While some in Tongue unknown like Parrots chat And ask of God by rote they know not what Our Churches Babes do pray in Christ his Name For what they want and He doth grant the same For his dear sake who pleads for Humane Race While they with understanding crave his grace And having gain'd their Suit they sing his praise With cheerful hearts new Tongues and thankful Layes Not grounding Faith on Saints Pluralities On Angels Powers or Principalities Acknowledging no Advocate but one But build their Faith upon the Corner-stone Exploding School-mens dreams hypocrisies Souls Merchandize and winding Fallacies But preaching of Christ's Gospel strive to free Poor Captive Souls from Sin and Slavery But as of old the Poets did approve The lesser Gods as Advocate to Jove And by the like distinctions in the Schools Would them create subordinated Fools Or Courtiers of th' Olympian Majesty To intercede or aid Mortality To which they kneel'd in various Idol shapes Like Babel's Head of Gold Calves Cats or Apes So Babels babling Daws Saints help exact St. Margaret Lucina's part must act St. Anthony relieves them of the Pox With Reliques charms fetch'd from old Balaam's box For the Twin-brother gods they consecrate St. Nicholas at Sea their Advocate St. Eustace must uphold the Forrest game For which old Pagans us'd Dianas Name With a huge Club St. Christopher they please As those old Heathens painted Hercules Yea every place possessed Tutelars Small Gods to ease them of their heavy cares Juno helpt Carthage Mars Rome Pallas Greece Ceres blest Corn Pan Sheep Pomona Trees So Dennis France George England Jago Spain And the like Saints to guard all Coasts they feign The Scots were all of good St. Andrews ward Ireland of Patrick's Wales of David's guard Unto St. Mark the bold Venetian bends And he that Venice wrongs with Mark contends But above all St. Peter bears the Bell He Rome protects and Rome must all excell Numa's Egeria Peter hath supprest With Romulus Saint Peter did contest Nay Peter's Keys the Eagle bruis'd therefore St. Peter's Chair at Rome all must adore Concerning other Points of Faith's abuse As Purgatory's pain false Idols use Courting the Saints to Christ's apparent wrong Gods sacred Word kept from the Vulgar Tongue Additions to the Mass the Papal Keys And Priests debarr'd of Wives Let him that weighs The Dreams of Balaams Priests this Passage know Pride made the Pope a Simon Magus grow Boldly to sell the Spirit 's Gifts for gain In sundry wise as History makes Plain Indulgences and Masses many a score For Money bought and sold what would you more But who no Money hath cannot obtain One Mass to save from Purgatories pain Yet a true Church Rome fain would still be thought Though little else but Fraud is in her wrought But let us leave her and her glosing words And call to mind what Scripture well records That she shall see how many Potentates Will flinch from her and free themselves and States And likewise hear One with a dreadful Tone Proclaim the fall of Whorish Babylon FINIS