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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A88340	Lambeth faire, vvherein you have all the bishops trinkets set to sale.		1641 (1641)	Wing L246; Thomason E158_20; ESTC R20918	5,035	14

by Here 's a Cathedra once Saint Peters Chaire The rarest thing to buy in Lambeth Faire The candid Surplesse and the Wedding Ringes Pictures for Bibles and such pretty things Here 's the late Canons and the New found Oath To sell Et caetera I am very loath You formerly haue heard by true Relation These are the toyes wee made i' th' Convocation Oath ex Officio here if you will buy Or High Commission take it presently Here 's Ember Weekes with thin-chapt Jack-a-Lent To help you at a pinch when all is spent Here 's Holy Dayes to sport the time away Or Booke of Pastimes for the Sabbath Day Here 's Deanes and Prebends and the filthy Nest Of Pursevants Promoters and the rest Chancelours Officialls Surrogates and all The lofty Courtiers of Commission Hall Come Clergy Chapmen to your Hierarchie Heer 's exc'lent Ware as good as ere you see Jure Divino that 's become our Doome Wee 'l sel 't for Wharfage to the Coast of Room Burialls and Churchings we have wondrous store Upon my word they all came from the Whore Then next to him a fiery fat guts fell Brought six and twenty Bishopricks to sell With gages and whips and Prisons for all those That should their cursed Hierarchie oppose With catch him Pursevant take him to the Iaile There let him lye without Mainprise or Baile ' Ere he get from us wee will make him see Experimentally wee Bishops bee Our Courts and Iurisdiction's are at sale Come buy them quickly ' ere they be too stale An other Bishop with a Box did ride And with extended voyce he loudly cri'd To Schollars all that Ministers would bee Come hither buy the Holy Ghost of me But Simon Magus he was in the ground And none to buy the Holy Ghost was found An other Bishop he a Pack brought in The which was stuff'd with Licences toth ' brim And presently he crieth out with fury Here 's Licences to Preach to Church and Bury If wedding's out and you 'r dispos'd to wed Come buy a Licence and away to Bed What all passe by 't is strange Time turns her wheell And bends her brow upon us that wee feell No handsaile yet our ware 's becharmed sure And like our selves there 's none will it indure It 's doom'd to dismall fate despis'd and scorn'd Though nev'r so costly or so much adorn'd Here 's omne venale yet no money flyes Our ware 's dog-cheape and thus credit dyes For such a Fayre I never did behold We bring our ware but nothing can be sold I wonder said one what was our intent To make our Fayre thus at the Parliament For we are mocked here by sawcy Jacks They bid the Pedlers to put up their Packes Another Bishop lifting up his voyce Cri'd out amain of Livings I have choice I 'le sell you two or three if that you please So you 'l have money comming in with ease If that to Preach your selfe you can't indure Get some poore Iourney-man to serve your Cure You 'l quickly light on such a one I trow We have made more then how to live doe know Wax Candles Tapors another cries and calls These brought I with me from Cathedrall Paules They 'l scare the Divell and put him unto flight When he perceives a consecrated light When we at Mattens and at Even-song were We had them by us then devoyd of feare They 'l bring delight unto your eyes and nose They burn so cleere and smell so like a Rose And when you thinke that it hath burnt enough Then blow it out you shall not smell the snuffe Or else you may on whom you will bestow it They 'l joy to thinke a Bishop once did owe it Come hither Friend another loud doth call I 'le sell you here my Common-Prayer-Bookes all Sir view this same and take it in your hand This Booke but lately no man durst withstand For if he did and we thereof did heare Wee sure did make him a Commissioner And if he chanc'd apearance for to misse To Limbo Patrum he was sent for this And if he did not us some money give In that Abysse we doom'd him still to live Money my hearts another loud doth call I see I am not now in Lambeth Hall No sooner I from Dinner then was risen Men brought me chinke to free them out of Prison I 'm broke I 'm broke another then did say Come buy my Hoods I can no longer stay What mean ye Sirs the day is almost spent Come buy my Trinckets all incontinent Come hither friend the price is very small ●●e sell my Coate it is Canonicall Come buy this Miter Sir if you be able The vertue of it is inestimable Buy't Sir and wear it and then soon I hope You will rise higher and become a Pope I tell you truely had not fortune left mee I would have kept it untill Death bereft me It now beginning to grow towards night Comes a grave Doctor running in with might His courage stoute was something now abated He brings his golden Slippers consecrated And crys come buy these Slippers here of mine They are emboss'd with Holines Divine They will in all your wayes preserve you sound And with them you may tread on holy Ground If you 'l but weare them this I 'le tell you more You 'l leave the Earth and to the Heavens may soare They 'r fild with Holines within and round about Here looke upon them see how 't breaketh out If not my Slippers then my great Bumbo I le sel 't you now what answer No no no We thought our ware would sell at such a price And of our hands beene vented in a trice That this last Act upon the English Stage Would forded money for our pilgrimmage To Babylon the Great how'ere we dream'd no lesse Then Ransom for his prisoned Holynesse But he nor we must by this Lambeth Faire Get help I see by this our Popish ware Whilst thus the Bishops there their guts and they Cal'd to their Customers to come away A Messenger came running through the croud And to the Bishops thus he spake aloud Away to Rome or Tiburne chuse you whether I know your shooes are made of running leather For all the Lawes o th' Land you have out run And I come here to tell you what is done The Parliament hath pul'd your pride toth ' ground And by the House three times y' are voted down Your war 's not worth a for all your cogging See where the Hangman comes away be jogging Alas cryed they is all our labour losse Others get money we have but the Crosse For we are crossed in our expedition And fly we must for all Oxfords Petition Yet notwithstanding herein lies our hope We shall be entertained by the Pope With that like men of Sences quite bereft They ran away and all their trinckets left A friend of mine to me did then repaire Desireing me to pen this famous Fayr Which I have done and have it here to sell Come buy the Faire of me and so farewell FINIS