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A13493	The sculler rowing from Tiber to Thames with his boate laden with a hotch-potch, or gallimawfry of sonnets, satyres, and epigrams. With an addition of pastorall equiuocques or the complaint of a shepheard. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1612 (1612)	STC 23791; ESTC S118270	25,111	50

and minde deiected From head to foote with shamefull sinne infected Is now a slaue to sinne the Deuill and death Dreading the danger of th' almighties wrath From Eden banisht from Gods presence thrust And all the earth being for his crime accurst Opprest with griefe and selfe consuming care 〈◊〉 at the brim of bottomeles dispaire Yet God in mercy thinking of his frailty Though sinnefull man to him had broken fealty Did promise he would send his onely Sonne To satisfy for faults by man misdone At last he came in his appoynted time And on his faultles shoulders tooke our crime And like a malefactor death he fusferd And once for all himselfe himselfe hath offerd And yet the Deuill will not be satisfide Although the Sonne of God for sinners dide But dayly hellish damned enterprises His ministers and he gainst man deuises Vnder the shelter of Religions cloake Seditiously he doth the world prouoke Gainst God in traytrous maner to rebell To amplifie his euerlasting hell Attempting mankinde still by fraud or forcc His soule from his redeemer to diuorce And yet not man alone must feele his sting But he dares venter on our heauenly King Whose power though Sathan knowes is euerlasting Yet after forty dayes and nights long fasting Thinking him weake attempts now to inuade him And with illusions seeking to perswade him Carries our Sauiour vp vnto a hill And told him if he would obey his will In adoration to fall downe before him He of this worlds great glory would so store him That he should Lord and Master be of all If he in reuerence would before him fall Christ knowing him to be the roote of euill With God-like power commaunds auoyd thou deuill T is writ thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God But serue and feare the fury of his rod. Sathan perceiuing all his labour lost Runnes through the world more swifter then a post Proclaimes large kingdomes and a tryple Crowne To him that in his reuerence would fall downe Ambitious thirst of sickle fading fame Did quickely mindes of worldly men inflame Making them dreame on pleasures transitory And to esteeme earths pompe aboue heauens glory This made the Pope with poysnous pride infusde T accept those honors Christ before refusde Now hath he wonne great fame on this condition That fore the deuill he fall in base submission So hauing won this great magnificence To countermaund the earths circumference The Idiot World he proudly ouer-swayes Vnder the name of heauens immortall Kayes Ore all the Globe he raignes as Lord King And to Hells Goate-folde aye doth millions bring Of soules seduc'd with buzard blinded zeale From men besotted he doth honor steale And yet with his effrontit shamles face Seemes to commaund the Deuill that gaue him place A haynous fault in my dull vnderstanding The seruant o're his Lord should be commanding But yet I thinke t is but for pollicy More to 〈◊〉 th' infernall monarchy He seemes to hate the Deuill he most doth serue Else would the world from Romes obedience swerue And leaue the Pope and papists in the lurch And then might Sathan whistle for a Church The I le of Brittaine hath perceiu'd their tricks And in rebellion gainst the Pope she kicks For whome they haue inuented hell-hatcht plots Quite to extirp the English and the Scots I wot not which of Rome or hell roard lowder But they had like t' haue peperd vs with powder Yea all estates from Scepter to the Clowne Should topsie turuy all be tumbled downe Without respect of person sex or age All had their doome t' abide the Romane rage But he that by his sacred selfe had sworne To guard his Church did laugh them all to scorne For when those vassels of eternall night Thought all secure then God brought all to light Casting their painted glory in the dust That any power besides his power doth trust Leauing their Corps a prey for Crowes and Kites That brauely so for Signior Sathan fights But in this matter I le no longer trauell Least want of water make my Ship to grauell Knowing theres many wits of farre more worth That to the life hath limd this treason forth But I le conclude as I hegan before Because that Christ would not the Deuill adore Christ lost this glorious worldly pompous raigne Which happy losse the haples Pope did gaine Epigram 4. HOw weakely is that weake Religion grounded That thinks the Church on Peters corps is sounded The spouse of Christ is built on faiths firme rocke Which not the fury of hells direfull shock Though all the fiends in troopes doe her assaile Yet gainst Gods power their force cannot preuaile Peters confessing Christ Gods true begotten Is sure the Churches ground but Peter's rotten Or else if Peter neuer had had life Through want of him Christ neuer had had wife For t is an Article of faith profound To know St. Peter for the Churches ground And who denies it shall haue fire and rope Beleeue me Reader or goe aske the Pope But yet I muse in what place of this earth Gods Church did stand before Saint Peters birth Epigram 5. WHen as our Sauiour to the Temple went To tell the message that his father sent And finding there a rude vnruly tout That bought and sold he angry beat them out And ouerthrew their tressels and their tables And made them packe away with all their bables And further sayd what all true hearts beleeues This house was made for prayer no den for theeues Those marchants thus whipt from their market place Practisd reuenge gainst Christ for this disgrace And more to strength their power ioynd with the Pop. Who by his lawles lawes hath giuen them scope That in the Church they still should buy and sell Both God and deuill Heauen Purgatory Hell Now heere 's the ods Christ out the Pediars thrust And stayd himselfe there preaching what was iust And for reuenge the hawty Romane Priest Hath tane the Pedlars in and thrust out Christ. Epigram 6. IT is a question farre beyond my Logick How those that haue the Popedome won by Magick Can be Liefetenants vnto Christ our Sauiour Being knowne for hell-hounds of most dambd behauiour Then since the deuill hath the Pope created His Vicar must he be that there him seated T would make a wiser head then mine to muse That God should like the man the Deuill doth chuse Epigram 7. A Prouerb old where had the Deuill the Fryer Where had the Deuill the Frier but where he was The Deuill with the Frier sits in the quire The Fryer with the Deuill sayes and sings Masse The Deuill and the Frier are nere asunder The Fryer to hate the Deuill is more then wonder Epigram 8. COnferring with a Romish Pharisie Who voyd of grace 〈◊〉 this heresy That he the law of God had neuer broken Nor neuer ill had done nor ill had spoken I gaue his Antichristian faith the lye And told him that for

him Christ did not dye For he did suffer onely for their sinne Who were insnared in the deuills Iynne And as for him that neuer had transgrest T were good to hang him now hee 's at the best Epigram 9. IT is an Art beyond the worke of Nature The Pope should be Creator and a creature Betwixt the Pope and God there 's one thing od For though God all things made the Pope makes God Epigram 10 REligion's scatter'd into diuers sects One likes one way for many sound respects Others like that way others like another And what likes t'one is loathed by the tother Yet each man deemes his own opinions right And each gainst other beares inated spight Amongst the rest the Romane Catholike Who scornes that his Religion sayle should strike To any since from it two vertues springs That they may eat their God and kill their Kings By which maine maximes they doe strongly hope To the worlds Period to vphold the Pope Epigram 11. IT is no wonder though Romes regall sway Is by a Shepheard ruld with Lordly fame For antient records truly doth display How Romulus the Shepheard built the same And how his brother Remus and himselfe In Tybers ruthles waues ydrencht and duckt When infant misery was all their pelfe A rauening wolfe most mother-like they suckt From whome doth spring as from a flowing gulfe Romes Priest and Prince a Shepheard and a Wolfe Epigram 12. TVmulteous thoughts within my breast doth struggle To thinke how finely popish Priests can iuggle And make the world beleeue a wafer Cake Is that Creator that did all things make Or that the sinne-polluted bald-crownd Priest With coniurations can create his Christ When our beliefe doth plainely testify He sits at Gods right hand in maiesty From whence in humane forme he will not come Till quicke and dead shall all abide his dome What fooles are they then thinkes the priest Baker With impious hands makes their immortall maker Epigram 13. NOt all the sophistry of Aristotle Cannot perswade me but the Pope did erre When he and 's sonne mistooke the poysned bottle 〈◊〉 error sure what euer they inferre O' t had bene good then both for him and 's heire He had bene halterd fast in Peters Chayre Epigram 14. THe warlike Emperors before Christ come Subdude the world both sea land to Rome Then afterwards the Heauens their Bishops wonne By preaching truly Gods immortall sonne Heauen Earth and Sea being taken in the prime What rests now for the Popes this latter time Since of the heauens and earth they loose their part They will haue hell despight the deuils hart Epigram 15. CHrists Church in no wayes is the Church of Rome For Paul sayes in the latter times should come Apostats that the 〈◊〉 should quite for sake That lyes and fables should Religion make Affirming meats and matrimony euill Which Paul doth call the doctrine of the deuill Then since the Pope and all his shaueling rout What Christ commaunds they wilfully thrust out I with my betters must conclude this doome The Deuils deere drab must be the Church of Rome Epigram 16. O Yes if any man would know a place Where God himselfe hath neither power nor might Where as th' almighty neuer shew'd his face Where words 〈◊〉 swords can neither talke nor fight O such a placeles place is Purgatory Created by the Pope without Gods leaue To 〈◊〉 his Antichristian glory And all the world with cunning to deceaue Where as the Pope hangs drawes condemnes iudges Commits acquits sets free or casts in thrall Whether he thousands sends on heapes like drudges For in this no place he is all in all And like a mighty three crownd priestly Prince With threats and bans he so the world bewitches In sending thither and recalling thence He gaines himselfe the Deuill and all for ritches Epigram 17. THe Pope hath charge of heauens immortall keyes And triple-headed Cerberus obeyes His triple Crowne and who so ere he please He 〈◊〉 to hell for paine or heauen for ease He can commaund the Angells and the Fiends What pleases them for him or for his friends Like as a dog doth feare a flitch of bacon So his great name Heauen Earth and Hell hath shaken Epigram 18. VVHo dares affirme the Popes of Rome are Proud Amongst the Heretickes himselfe must shroud Or who dares say they 'r giuen to Auarice In selling heauen and hell for summes of price Or who dares speake such words of trechery To say the Pope is giuen to Letchery Or who is he dares be so impious To say his holynes is Enuious Or 〈◊〉 for feare of euerlasting scath Dares once accuse his holynes of Wrath Or who is he that dares once veresy The Pope doth vse excessiue Gluttony Or who dares say that like a droane or moath Like an vnpreaching Priest he liues by Sloath He that against him this dares iustifie Is a plaine Protestant and such am I. Epigram 19. MAy it be calld intollerable pride For man to sit in the Almighties seate Or on mens shoulders pompously to ride To terrifie the World with thundring threate To weare a three-pilde Crowne vpon his head To haue both Kings and Princes at his becke Whose Horse by mighty Potentates is 〈◊〉 Who proudly footes vpon the Emperors necke If trickes like these for pride may be alloud Then I conclude the Pope must needs be proud Epigram 20. IF it be couetous for gripple gaine To sell 〈◊〉 Heauens the Earth yea God himselfe To dispossesse Kings from their lawfull raigne To cram his coffers with vnlawfull pelfe To pardon sinnes for money more then pitty Nay more to pardon sinnes that are to come To maintaine whores Stewes in Towne and Citty Who yearely payes the Pope a countles sum Who takes great interest puts great sums to vse T is couetousnes I thinke without excuse Epigram 21. IS it not 〈◊〉 sensuall appetite The 〈◊〉 to make a Strumpet of his Childe Or is not Letchery an Epithite For him that hath his fathers bed defilde For him that hath deflourd Virginity That hath defilde the Damsell and the Dam 〈◊〉 respect of Consanginity That like a Wolfe hath spoyld both Ewe and Lamb This may be tearmd incestuous Luxury And yet his Holynes not wrongd thereby Epigram 22. HE like a God that gouernes in the world That 〈◊〉 each mans honor but his owne He that sedition through the earth hath hurld Whose Enuie hath great Kingdomes ouer throwne He that vngraues his foe that 's once intombd For Enuy that he wrongd him whilst he liu'd And after death is 〈◊〉 doombd To be of liueles senceles 〈◊〉 depriu'd If this be true none will deny I hope That Enuy is ingrafted in the Pope Epigram 23. HE whose fierce Wrath with bloody rage doth swell That takes delight in slaughtring Gods elect He that is sworne the Champion of Hell That Wrath and Murder onely doth effect