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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60409	Clod-pate's ghost, or, A dialogue between Justice Clod-Pate and his [quondam] clerk honest Tom Ticklefoot wherein is faithfullly related all the news from purgatory, about Ireland, Langhorn, &c / the author, T.T.	Smith, Francis, fl. 1657-1689.	1670 (1670)	Wing S4025; ESTC R638	18,724	14

and we resolve never to starve our Cause as you silly Protestants do Ticklef. Nay I 'le say that for you you rather cram your Cause than starve it but have a care you do not kill it with Kindness and whilst you would feed it burst it over-doing is sometimes undoing but I 'le bear you good witness he 's a Fool that will accuse you Catholicks for starving of your Cause Inprimis For Firing the Burrough of Southwark 1000 l. Item For poysoning the King 15000 l. Item For removing Sr. Edmondbury Godfrey 4000 l. Item For Lessening the King's Evidence and making the Witnesses easie per An. 1000 l. Item For pistolling the King 1500 l. Clod-p. Trouble not your self Tom with us or our Concerns wee 'l look well enough to the main Chance I 'le warrant thee without thy Advice but God has given you Protestants one singular Gift That you believe our Words that you hear and will not believe our Works which we do and so neither your Faith nor your Vnbelief can save you but so long as we can make you believe your own Ears more than your Eyes let us alone wee 'l deal well enough with you Ticklef. Well Master it grows very late you know my Occasions pray leave me to my self I shall be peevish and wranglish all day if I want my Natural Rest and so good Night Sir betake your self to your Rest Clod-p. To my Rest Tom No haste but good Rest in Purgatory Thank you for nothing O the Lassies of Red-hot Whips of Steel-wire O the burning Pincers that must tear me O the glowing Coals that must be my Couch What horror doth the remembrance of what I have suffered and the anticipating Thoughts of what I must suffer work in my amazed Soul when the destined Hour calls me to that Penance and do you bid me go rest Ticklef. Why Sir is the Body in Purgatory Clod-p. What a Childish Question is that for a man of your years My Body all that 's left on 't is in the Grave I 'me sure I left it there but 't is my Soul Tom that 's tormented in these Flames Ticklef. Now for Old-Acquaintance-sake Master tell me are these Whips these Pincers these Flames you talk of Material or Immaterial Clod-p. That 's a Captious Question now the Pincers and Whips Tom are Metaphorical Terms but I 'le assure thee there 's as real Lashings Whippings Scorchings as ever you saw a Felon endure at the Whipping-Post or a Thief when he 's Burnt in the Hand Ticklef. But I cannot conceive for my Life how Material Instruments can affect an Immaterial Being Clod-p. You cannot perhaps so Tom thou' rt a dull Philosopher but to put you to 't a little why may not a Material pair o' Pincers take hold of an Immaterial Spirit as well as a pair of Immaterial Pincers take hold of a Material Corporeal Substance Is there not the same proportion between Material and Immaterial that there is between Immaterial and Material Ticklef. Ay Sir to a single Hair's Breadth and if you can shew me those Immaterial Tweezers or Pincers that can take hold of a Body I shall easily believe that though not so easily conceive how a Material pair may take hold of a Soul Come let me see you do 't and I render my self your pris'ner and shall become your Proselyte Clod-p. Look thee there Tom is not Feeling Believing as well as Seeing What say you now Ticklef. Oh Oh Oh Oh my Nose my Nose my poor Nose my precious Nose Purgatory take your Immaterial Pincers you have almost pluckt off my Nose Clod-p. Really Tom 't was only my Immaterial Fingers Ticklef. Would you had left your Fingers behind you as well as your Nose but I remember now an old Charm we had when we were Boys Hob with my Heels and Bayard with my Toes Rise up Dead-man and catch me by th' Nose Clod-p. 'T was only in jest Tom to convince thy Incredulity of the Truth of the Doctrine of Purgatory and the Extremity of our Torments but it 's an easie matter for such Raskals as you to drole and gibe very pleasantly upon our Sufferings I 'me sure 't is we that feel the Smart on 't with a witness Ticklef. I wonder in my heart how you of all men living came to drop into Purgatory I alwayes thought that either your Virtues would ha' sav'd you or Vices damn'd you for I protest I could never for my life yet tell whether your Virtues or Vices were greater Clod-p. The very Truth is Tom I had Virtues more than ever I got by but there were an infinite Number of odd Trifles that I had set o' th' Back-side o' my Book and thought no more on than my dying day they call 'em Venial Sins but they may call 'em what they will and Nick-name 'em how they will this I know if this be the punishment of the Venial I wonder how they fare that die under Mortal Sins Now and then there would come dropping in a Sugar-Loaf sometimes a Couple of Capons sometimes a Fat Pig and what Sin thought I can there be in a Fat Pig or Couple of Capons Really they were very agreeable Food Twice or thrice but that was seldom a Paper of Guinneys was thrust into my hands handsomly and modestly as who say Say nothing and I have wondred at it but could never find the Reason my Fingers would stick to 'em like Bird-Lime I vow it was alwayes against my will Then once or twice or so came a loving Letter from my Lord to shew decent Favours to an Innocent Gentleman at the Sessions but thou know'st I alwayes did Justice right or wrong 'T is true I had some times occasion to be Drunk but Good Casuists assur'd me 't was lawful for my Health's sake once a Month and though I reduc'd it to once a Fortnight or once a Week a sorry Circumstance could never make that Mortal which before was but Venial if a Sin at all now I argued thus with my self If we be agreed that the Thing is Lawful in it self why should we make such a Stir about the Quoties Ticklef. I protest you argue most profoundly and had your Learning out o' our Law-Books for when a Capias will not do we take out an Alias then a Pluries and last of all a Toties quoties Clod-p. Ay but Tom Tom there was a nicer Point for I ha been overtaken in a Bawdy-House and though my strictest Confessors gave it under their Hands and I alwayes had a Jesuite that a man may frequent those Places though he finds himself ordinarily overcome with the Temptation provided alwayes that it be not his Primary Intention in going thither but that he designs either the Conversion or Correction of those Sinners and though I were never good at Conversion yet thou know'st I have claw'd the Jades and made 'em sing Lachrymae in Bridewel and as I am a living Soul I evermore set my Ends and Aims and Intentions

as straight as an Arrow when I went in yet I cannot tell how e're I came out again my Hand turn'd and I was carried down with the Stream but this I must needs say I have been guilty of Lying which in some Cases they say is no Sin at all as when the Lie is Officious in others but Venial as when 't is Ludicrous and if in some Cases it be Mortal as when 't is Malicious yet I dare swear my Venial Lies were more by half than my Mortal ones and then why might not I set the one against the other But upon the whole I must needs say I 'me better dealt with than I deserved Ticklef. I 'm clearly o' your mind for that matter I 'm sure on 't we poor Protestants must ha' been damn'd for the tythe of what comes to but I assure you we were so far from dreaming that you were in Purgatory that we never suspected you to be a Papist Clod-p. There was my Master-piece Tom It gave me a little refrigerium once to think how I had eluded all their Oaths of Allegiance Supremacy their Tests and State-Ordeals but I went to Church when I could not handsomly be sick nor take Physick I railed at Fanaticks and boasted o' my Loyalty and pass'd for a very good Son of the Church but prethee Tom how did my Executrix behave her self towards my memory Ticklef. Oh Sir With all respectfulness imaginable you had a most splendid Funeral and at the Funeral a most elegant Sermon where the Parson Canoniz'd you for a Saint the best man the most tender Husband the most useful Neighbour the greatest Peace-maker the Oracle of the Bench for a Justice the grand Pattern for a Christian and in a word you was the Mirrour of Chastity Charity Piety and so he drew the Curtains about you and left you to your Rest I for my part as I came out o' th' Church-door could not but say Well! whatever I thought I see my Master peace be with him is in Heaven And my Mistress who c●●'d and took on without all whoe caused a sumptuous Monument to be erected to your Memory with the name of both your Wives your Ancestors indeed they mention'd not your Children for a reason that we all knew and last of all there was an Epitaph bestowed upon your Marble Clod-p. An Epitaph Tom Thou dost me good at heart I prethee without more ado let me hear it you cannot think how we are affected with those Honours and Respects which are shewn to our Vrns and Memories Ticklef. Indeed Master I cannot vouch for the Poetry of it but 't was the best we could chuse out of a dozen and to be plain with you I made it my self but it cost me pumping Here lies old Justice Clod-pate Who had many a crotchet in 's od-pate And had it not been for Grizel his Wife He might have lived all the days of his life Sic cecinit Tom Ticklefoot but Master our case is very hard beyond yours who count those sins venial that we judge mortal and must pay for ' em Clod-p. who 'l pity you Tom when you may so easily evade the danger o' mortal sins and will not Ticklef. I had as lieve as a hundred shillings I had the knack on 't how to sin and enjoy my self all my life long and then escape eternal Torments at the last Clod-p. Come Tom what will you give me if I instruct you in the Mystery on 't in a moment Ticklef. Ah sweet Honey-Master I 'le give you a Ten Groats-Fee or you shall have all I get at the Wake to morrow be it less or more Happy go Luckie you shall have it every Farthing bona fide you see I ha' not forgot all my Latine Clod-p. Ten Groats Who 's Fool then Tom Will you procure 15000 Masses to be said for my Soul Ticklef. You fly high Sir why Pykering was but to have 15000 Masses for killing a King Clod-p. Nay now thou' rt out Tom-fool Dost think those Masses were to deliver him from Purgatory for such a Meritorious Work No no he never needed fear Purgatory on that Account but if perhaps he had died in the Act under some Irregularities as suppose guilty of some other Peccadillo's those Masses should have quitted his odd Scores and fetcht him out of Limbo with flying Colours Now for the Vastness of the Sum Tom that was only as the Learned speak in majorem Cautelam or as we of the Laity to make sure work on 't And is it not better to have a Thousand or two of Masses too many than one single Mass too few Come Tom Store's no Sore in my mind and if he happen'd to have any Overplus he might sell 'em at a Marketable Rate and do his Indigent Friends a Kindness What say you Tom will you come up to my price Ticklef. Upon my honest word I 'le procure you fifteen thousand under or over it 's pretty hard to count exactly to an Unite but I 'le be as good as my word and there 's a Tester to bind the Bargain Clod-p. Why then in the first place you must confess all your Sins with their Circumstances in Thought Word and Deed and get your Ghostly Father to absolve you for 'em then you must provide your self of good store of Indulgences for all those Sins that are out o' the Priest's Jurisdiction and when you come to die get a Franciscan's Cowl thrown over your Ears and I 'le warrant you Purgatory shall never singe a Hair of your Head but if you should drop in by chance as who can be against a Chance then get some of your Friends to lay down as much Money for you as will purchase fifteen thousand Masses for your Soul which is but fifteen hundred Pound Ticklef. Ay marry Master this is just as long as 't is broad I must get 15000 Masses to be said for your Soul to tell me the rare Secret of getting 15000 to be said for my own and so I must be at the Charge for my self and you too which comes to three thousand pounds sterling I see the Priests will lick their Fingers on both sides and gain whoever loses would I had my Six-pence again I 'le not hold Clod-p. Nay I knew thou wouldst play the Jack with me but I 'me well enough serv'd to trust a Rascal that has cheated me so often Ticklef. And so are we easie Protestants to trust you when we have had such dear-bought Experience of your Famous Maxim That no Faith is to be kept with Hereticks Clod-p. But Tom I 'le tell thee a pleasant Story Ticklef. I cannot hinder you telling your Stories but I 'me resolved never more to believe a Word you say Clod-p. Your Unbelief comes too late now Tom you have believed us so long and we have made that advantage of it that we care not Two-pence whether you believe us or no you believed us till we had done our Work you may now spare your

CLOD-PATE's Ghost OR A DIALOGUE Between Justice CLOD-PATE and his quondam Clerk Honest TOM TICKLEFOOT WHEREIN Is Faithfully Related all the News from Purgatory about Ireland Langhorn c. The Author T. T. Courants Diurnals will not do 't Gazetts no News can tell Then Hey for Brave Tom Ticklefoot Who brings us News from Hell L. Epigr. Lib. 3. Ep. 5. Ticklef. WHat a Rumbling lumbring Noise do you make there Cannot an Honest man sleep for you would I could find the Bed-staff Clod-p. Would you were hang'd you Rascal Cannot you put your Chairs and Stools in better order when you go to Kennel I have broke my Shins most lamentably Ticklef. I would you had broke your Neck for me whoever you are I 'me sure you have broke my Sleep and I value an inch of my own Sleep before three Inches of your Neck besides you ha' spoil'd as hopeful a Dream as ever I had since I understood the Art of sound Snoring But who are you with a Rope to you and what make you here Clod-p. How now Tom what do'st not know thy old Master you and I ha' been better acquainted when time was Ticklef. My old Master Clod-pate Beshrew your Heart you put me in a cold clammy muck Sweat I 'me all of a Lather I alwayes hated Converse with the Folkes of the Invisible World ever since I could write Ticklefoot But what Wind hath blown you hither I thought we had been cock sure of you Clod-p. I 'le do thee no harm Tom upon my honest word but I vow I ha' broke my shins filthily in the dark Ticklef. Why could you not see your way by the Light of your Nose I 'me sure it used to out-shine a Beacon or at least a Flam-Boy Clod-p. Ay Tom But I am now a Ghost in Quirpo and have left my Nose behind me Ticklef. why did you not leave your Shins behind you too Clod-p. Oh Tom there 's a Mystery in that how should I walk without my Legs And how should I bring my Legs without my shins But I see every Convenience has an Inconvenience either I must leave my shins behind me or be a lame Cripple or my Nose and so be your poor Blind-man Sir but leave off your Fooling and give me a little of John Pontaeus his Balsom whilst my Wound is green Ticklef. Nay Master if I had broke your Pate I would have given you a Plaister but if you break your own Shins you must be your own Chirurgeon for Tom. Clod-p. Well Sirrah I 'le be even with you but let 's be serious I have a great mind to divert my self with a little Discourse with you about the Affairs of your Hemisphere Ticklef. What you please for that Sir but pray be as concise as you can for your Life I must be up by Break o' day and trudge ten Miles to a Wake by Eight a Clock i' th' morning and I 'me sure there will be no sport there till Tom Ticklefoot comes with his Tabour and Whistle Clod-p. A Fool scratch you with your own Nayles Hast thou no more Wit than to quit the Gentile and Laudable Employ of a Justices Clerk to run rambling up and down the Country and be the Buffoon to all the Wakes May-games Morrice-Dances and Whitson-Ales Especially Tom when thou hadst such excellent Education under me I am sure thou hast heard me Tickle a Point of Law many and many a time would ha' done a man's heart good to have heard it Ah Tom Tom thou might'st ha' learn'd something if thou hadst had Brains Ticklef. You may speak your pleasure but so long as I can get Fools pence and pick young Folks pockets with my Drollery call me Tom Ticklefool if you will it 's all one to Tom Shall I tell you Master I got more by Buckingham-Ballad than by a Dozen of your Warrants and then I writ a Play t'other day without Head or Foot Plot or Language Wit or Fancy and yet it turn'd to more Account than Licensing half the Ale-Houses in our Division at Easter Well! That 's my Good that does me Good I 'me Master o' more Shillings now since I was my own Master than I was o' Pence when I was your Servant and I protest I get more by Tickling my Tabour than ever you got by Tickling a Point o' Law in all your Life Clod-p. Ay but Tom The Creditableness and Gentileness of an Employ is worth something Tickef Yes but the Honesty of an Employ is worth more I tell you true my Conscience grumbl'd filthily to live upon the Sins of the People and I 'me certain two parts in three of those we punish'd for Sinners we first made Sinners but that which vex'd me to the Guts was that when I under correction was the better Justice o' th' two you engross'd all the Profits and fob'd me off with your Leavings and poor Tom had nothing but some odd Scraps out o' th' Compositions of poor Whores to keep Life and Soul together my Doublet was almost all together out at Elbows with writing o' your Warrants and my Stockings out at Heels with running o' your Errands I was your Loadsman to bring Grist to your Mill and yet I have not quit Scores with the Botcher to this day but this I say my Conscience would not let me tolerate Whores for our Fees Clod-p. This 't is when every hair-brain'd half-witted Coxcomb will be wiser than Roman Catholick Church She upon politick Reasons tolerates Whores and Stews as knowing if mens Lusts be damm'd up in their ordinary Course they 'll find a more filthy Channel She allows Simple Fornication to prevent Adulteries and Sodomies the lesser Evil to be the Remedy for the greater Ticklef. Wisely done Master for Satan to cast out Satan one Sin to cure another Why could not She use God's Remedy as well as the Devil's She prohibits Marriage in the Clergy which is God's Remedy and allows Fornication in all which is the Devils and yet no Remedy neither for the Devil does but enter his Whelps with the unmarried that when they have got Impudence enough he may Flesh 'em upon the Married And examine it when you will you shall find all your Adulterers to have first been Fornicators and he tranflates them as they are ripe for the Game as we do Young Players from the Nursery in Barbican to the Academy in Salisbury-Court I hope this is as serious as your heart can wish Clod-p. Well take your Course Tom but we had a strange piece of News in Purgatory t'other day that you had invaded the Bench Tom and had Arraigned the Prisoners when they were Acquitted by that Blessed Jury and Condemned the Judge himself too I promise you had I catcht you enterloping upon my Office in my time I had bestowed such a Clapperclawing on you you should not have Claw'd it off in one Seven Years But Tom Ticklef. What a Stir 's here with Tom Tom Nothing but plain Tom Were I not under such