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A42148 Some prison-meditations and experiences with some hints touching the fall of the mother of harlots, and the exaltation of the son of God upon the throne of David / written ... by John Griffith ... Griffith, John, 1622?-1700. 1663 (1663) Wing G2004; ESTC R11497 73,641 162

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hath seven heads ten horns at least Which Beast is full of names of Blasphemies And both to God and Christ are enemies This Woman 's deck'd so rich as rich may be With Gold and Pearls and precious Stones and she A Golden Cup doth carry in her hand She 's outwardly so brave that most men stand Admiring of her beauty and her state With which she doth deceive the Wise whose fate It is to drink the Cup she to them holds They take and drink it off as Wine in bowls Poor souls not knowing that this Cup within Is full of her abominable sin And filthiness of her great Fornication Her Whore-like stuff and great Abomination This Woman is so much a beastly Whore That she the mother is of many more The Spirit hath upon her forehead writ A name to her so suitable and fit Which he that runs may reade and her may know And therefore what her name is here I 'l show Her name is Mystery Babylon the Great That sits on many Waters that 's her seat The Mother too of Harlots and who hath Been the Abomination of the Earth The reason why the Spirit hath her nam'd A Scarlet Whore for which she is so fam'd Will plainly and perspicuously appear When thou the reason Scripture gives dost hear We call them VVhores who by Adultry vile And Fornication do themselves defile VVhose constant practice is t' insinuate Into poor men and unto them prostrate Their filthy bodies that thereby they may Unto their lusts poor simple men betray So hath this VVhore almost in ev'ry Nation With earthly Kings committed Fornication And by her painted beauty doth deceive Them and the Nations so they won't believe But she a comely woman is and fair Her beauty much to be desir'd that there Is none like her no woman hath such parts Such Wisdom Learning nor such store of Arts Nor none so well accomplished as she Nor never was nor nevermore will be Besides she is so rich so fine and gay They with no other woman can away And therefore she they only do desire And her adore her beauty they admire And yet she 's but a Whore a drunken sot A chast o● sober woman she is not Drunk with the blood of Saints whose blood is dear To God whom they did worship serve and fear For she with blood her self doth satiate And with her beast-like claws dilacerate The blood of Martyrs she hath shed and spilt ' Cause they would not defil'd be by her guilt Nor to her greatness bow who knew full well The dead her guests are in the depths of Hell She is so high though of no noble birth She reigneth over Kings Kings of the Earth And in her pride her self doth glorifie As for her life she lives deliciously She saith she is no widow but a Queen But she 's a Whore as plainly will be seen And doth pretend to be the Wife of him That one day will her plague and so will them That father on him all her filthy trade Those images and gods her hands have made And all the rest of her Idolatry Her Witchcraft and her loathsom Sorcery Her cruelty is such it 's death to say That she 's no Wife of Christ that so she may By Fire and Faggot murder and destroy Them that won't her adore nor her obey As doth appear if we no further look Than to the Maryan dayes for then she took The faithful Spouse of Christ and her she tore VVhich plainly proves she is a cruel Whore In Harlots evermore we plainly see There alwayes is a great an ipathy Against the rightful lawful Spouse and Bride A Strumpet never will the Wife abide But doth against her all the mischief do That ere she can invent she hates her so Just so the Church of Rome that whorish State The Church of Christ doth persecute and hate And labours all she can her to expose To such unheard of cruelties and those Most sad extremities she can devise By falshood flattery deceit and lyes With which she doth the world so much deceive That they are ready firmly to believe That Rome's the Church the Wife of Christ and she That is the Church of Christ the Whore must be The honest Woman doth as little care For any Harlot she can't with her bear Nor with her whorish tricks her filthy trade To touch with her or them she is afraid So doth the Church of Christ his Virgin Bride Abhor Romes whorish stuff and her beside And must in plainness say she is a Whore And therefore out Rome sends her Bulls to roar Against Christ's darling Spouse and lovely Bride Whom she disdains and scorns such is her pride That she must be the Church and none but she And Christ she saith her Husband is and he hath given power if she saith but truth To her to do all things what ere she doth And unto this her Doctors stifly stand That what they do is done by his Command As if that gracious Prince the Author were Of burning starving drowning such as are His faithful Followers and such as he Esteems as dear to him as dear can be So dear as is the apple of his eye If they be touch'd he feels it presently Then though O Virgin Spouse thy Bridegroom 's gone He 'l come again to thee ere it be long Though thou while he is absent dost partake Of such hard usage know 't is for his sake Then take 't not from him ill nor do not grieve That he his lovely Bride so long should leave His love is not unto his Spouse abated Though he permits his Church thus to be hated It is not out of disrespect to thee 'T is but to prove thy Love and Chastitie Thy Faithfulness and Zeal for him and then He 'l come and take thee to himself agen Nor is it only for that cause alone He seems his coming to delay but one Cause more there is and that 's because that she Might with the blood of Martyrs filled be And then her great and foul iniquity VVill mightily to Heav'n for vengeance cry Against her and her bloody barbrous hounds VVhose cruel bloody deeds for ever sounds In those most quick and hearing ears of him VVho●l fill a Cup of Fury to the brim And she thereof shall drink and spew and fall And never rise this God shall do that all The precious blood of Saints which hath bin shed May on this Scarlet Whore be punished That blood that Bonner and the rest of those Did spill that were the Brides most cruel foes VVho shall receive a dreadful cursed doom When he shall come that is the Brides Bridegroom But to return This VVhore is she that doth Sit on seven Mountains seven Kings on the Earth She sits on many Waters likewise that The Waters which this VVhore upon hath sat Are Peoples Multitudes and Tongues Nations With whom she hath committed Fornications And hath deceiv'd them of their wealth and store By