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B06591 The Scotch riddle unfolded: or, Reflections upon R.VV. his most lamentable ballad, called The loyal non-conformist. 1666 (1666) Wing W2149; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[199] 1,555 1

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The SCOTCH Riddle Unfolded OR Reflections upon R. VV. his most Lamentable BALLAD CALLED The LOYAL NON-CONFORMIST STand up Smectymnuus and hear thy tryal Thy monstrous Title puts me to a pause Was ever any Non-Conformist Loyal Love he the King that disobeys his Laws Yet he can Swear and yet he fears to Swear For Solemn Oaths they must have sacred grounds The Oaths of Scotland cost poor England dear That Swore from Faith and Troth to Blood and Wounds 'T is truth old Boreas never could blow West And you may note a Non-Conformists mouth What ere he sayes what ere he doth protest Stands like Emanuel Chappel North and South He fears an Oath as Lawyers do a bribe Though he dissembles a Religious dread For 't is well known that all that factious Tribe Swallow'd the Covenant Hand over head That Covenant in which the People Swore They knew not what 'T was such another thing As Satans Oracles of Torletons Lore That cry'd Forbear yet whisper'd Kill the King That cursed Covenant which he that now Abjures is free but he that keeps it finds Himself a baffled Samson and his Vow A Dalilah for whom it binds it blinds How vainly do their loose pretenses guild That Warbeck principle call'd Conscience which Like Jone of Arc leads Troops into the field She stiles her self a Saint yet proves a Witch If Truth hath any virtue to convince If Pulpits can speak better things then Tubs This Conscience owes Allegiance to her Prince The King of Hearts command the Queen of Clubs But is' t not strange the Bramble should defend Joves sacred Tree that lately did aspire Not only th' Ivy but the Oak to rend And like a Traytour set the Wood on fire Yet talk'd of Loyalty but what he meant Some Conjurer expound but to Obey Moses and flee from wicked Korah's tent Is Holy Writ and not Apocraphâ Nor care I though th' Apocrapha were not And yet I do believe that Antient story Of Bell and Dragon cannot be forgot If there be extant ere a Directory The Machabees shall flourish like Italians And after ages shall not be bereft Of chast Susanna and her pair of Stallions Whilest we have Church or they have Elders left What our great Prelates doe and what they are God and the King shall question we 're forbid Yet they that do the worst doe better far Then the Smectymnian party wish they did Their Bishopricks against the false Kirk's will Have outliv'd Sedwick's Doomes-day and I hope Each Diocess will keep her Crosier still And not let ev'ry Parish have a Pope What was St. Peter's Office what his Trade The Gospel gives us a most clear Narration It doth not say his Fishing Nets were made Of Treason Sacriledge or Sequestration That he nere taught the Presbyterian way Doth well appear by his Divine Epistles And though he Preach'd as often as they say He never Preach'd for Bodkins Spoons and Whistles Peace then foul Mouth 's be still unhallow'd pates Make not the Church the subject of your Jeers But reckon Dr. Bastwick and his mates Uncircumcis'd of heart though not of ears Proud Presbyters remember Thirty pieces Was all the fees the Jews ere gave your Patron If London Sheep had born no better fleeces Dame Calamy had been a Thread-bare Matron Yet who is' t does not think your sniveling Brother Would swing his Handkercher over Pauls steeple And wear as high s Miter as another But he 's a Pharisee and fears the People As for Church Vestments Hemp we will bestow On Snarling Priests that mouth against the King And he that comes into the Church by th' Bow 'T is Justice that he should go out by th' string But if the Gallows ere should have her right As who knows what may be dear Smec perhaps 'T may be thy day 't would be a pretty sight To see the Hangman wear a brace of Caps Was any of Pauls Books or Parchments found In Byfields Registry my good Divines Although his Cloak was long and swept the ground ' Twoud be too short to cover your designs Hence then ye Catterpillers Dregs of Men Hence Pulpit Blood-hounds hence Seditious pack Bow Bells shall never say Return again Although perhaps the Ropes may call ye back And farwel Wild with all thy learned Meeters Posterity shall laugh and picture thee On the same Sign with Archee and Hugh Peters And under-write this Motto Wee be three Printed in the Year 1666.