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A64192
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A pedlar and a Romish priest in a very hot discourse, full of mirth, truth, wit, folly, and plain-dealing by Iohn Taylor.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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Wing T495; ESTC R6167
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The Holy Ghost did fall upon no more Then he was promised unto before Now he was onely promised to the twelve Looke on the text I pray and iudge your selve Speake man and be not silent I am sorry To see you ignorant of such a story For shame let not a pedlar with his packe Put you with all your Sophistrie to wracke For as the Stories in themselves are divers Flowing and falling into sundry Rivers In divers Chapttrs so they stand divided So that the case may clearely be decided For when those 6. score were at first convened There was another mysterie then meaned To wit Mathias free Election And so Saint Peter gave direction That all those six score then should beare record Of their proceedings then before the Lord The choosing of a pastour was in hand Which without Churches knowledge cannot stand And so Mathias by the power of Heaven By lot was tooke as one with the Eleven Then saies the the Text all these together were What all these were doth very plaine appeare To be the 12. in the last verse before And not make Leape Yeare of eleven verse more To draw all backe to that hundred and twentie Indeed this way should have tongues in plentie They differ in 12. verses the Text saies Besides the time is different full 10. dayes The first upon the day the Lord ascended The other when the holy Ghost descended Such glaZen arguments will bide no hammer For they are but bad Logick and worse Grammer As for the Holy Ghost 't is verifide His comming downe unto no Law is tide Sometimes invisible and sometimes seene As diversly at divers times hath beene Few needes to see his comming with their eyes His workes are witnesses which may suffice And so Saint Paul this gift found privately By Annanias hand assuredly And so sir Iohn to shew you all my packe And let you see my breast as well as backe I wonder yee consider not the end Why God the Holy Ghost in Tongues did send Know ye not women are forbidden preaching Know ye not tongues were onely given for teaching Women at home have hardly leave to speake But they take leave and often silence breake Their husbands must permit their tongues to walke And therefore in Gods House they may not talke And then sir Iohn what worship doe you win Vnto our Lady when you bring her in As a Companion with the whole six score Who gat the Holy Ghost and she no more And where the Pope hath made her Queen of heaven You make her here like one of the Eleven In this her dignitie doth seeme to fall You thrust her to the Kitchin from the Hall And this is also one of your rare Themes Held by your reverend Jesuites of Rhemes That Latin came not with the Holy Ghost VVhen as the tongues came downe at Pentecost Now if it came not then I pray expresse How came it by that perfect holines That in it onely and no other tongue Both Masse and matins must be said and sung Your last refuge will be unto the Pope So knit up all together in a Rope Pri. Wert thou at Rome half these words didst speak Pedlar it were enough thy neck to break But here you live and talk and prate secure And undervalue that blest Virgin pure Yeelding no honour or no adoration To her or to her dayes of celebration Goe but to Spaine and shew thy vild condition Thou shalt be tortur'd in the Inquisition Her Miracles of small worth you esteeme Her merits at low value you misdeeme Her sacred Reliques you condemne dispise And all her attributes you much misprise Thou saist with six score I doe make her share Your selves will her with your course wives compare Shame and confusion doth to all belong Who dare the best most blest of creatures wrong Pedl Indeed sir Iohn you come upon me now With some things which my faith doth disallow I pray you to consider but a little You give her many a title and a tittle For which you have no warrant in the word And yet pursue us both with fire and Sword As Heretiques for doing not as yee doe Yet what the word bids and no more that we doe Thinke you that anie man can be so mad As to hold Christ his Saviour and so bad As to hold Mary for his Saviours Mother And not to love her farre above all other Above all Creatures she was full of grace And sure in Glory she hath supreme place And eminence all other Soules transcending In joy and blisse that never shall have ending The Holy Ghost inspir'd her beyond measure She was possest with Heaven earths whole treasure And grant she could speake Latin and all Tongues Yet Masse or Mattins to her not belongs Of all that mortall were she was the best And her immortall soule is now most blest Her memorable Honour to preserve Her dayes of celebration we observe The Feast of her Anuntiation Her cleare and pure Purification The Church in reverence hath ordain'd these dayes On which we should send up our prayers and praise To our good God whose mercie was so great To leave his glorious and immortall Seate And to the blessed Virgins wombe he came And tooke on him our filthy sinne and shame And on these dayes we pray that we may be The Virgins followers in Humilitie That our true meeknesse and our lowlines May raise us to eternall blessednes We hold it the sure way to our salvation To follow her in holy imitation Through heavenly influence her excellence Must be admir'd with love and reverence And those that dare compare most sawcily Their wives or mothers with her sanctitie Are sawcie knaves in pride and ignorance Or Atheists fit to lead the hang-mans dance We love her then though we beleeve not in her Nor by will-worship doe we thinke to win her We hold her blessed for Christs flesh conceiving But farre more blessed for Christs faith receiving She was his mother so 's the Church his wife Which was to him much dearer then his life Now if that one could fall at oddes with th' other He would respect his wife before his mother For who so to him once a wife doth take Must father mother friends and kin forsake And this is every Spouses carriage But most in this spirituall marriage As Maries mother of Christs humane life She 's but the Daughter of his heavenly wife By which meanes onely faith doth me perswade Of Christ blest body she 's a member made Whereby these glorious Titles she hath won Maid mother wife and sister to her Sonne All this sir Iohn I doe but briefly say To let you see you play us much foule play Pri. Well Pedlar tho that pack about thou beare Th' art some apostate Monke or Frier I feare Of Luthers love or Calvins cursed crew And sent abroad such businesse to brew Disguised like the person of some Pedlar Ped. No faith sir Iohn I am not