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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86102	Ad populum: or, A lecture to the people.	Hausted, Peter, d. 1645.	1644 (1644)	Wing H1154; Thomason E49_2; ESTC R10535	7,503	19

neither wine nor sport Shall be allow'd yee When yee joy'd to see Gods Altars pulled downe by a Decree Of Omri and his holy Temples made Worse then your Stables sordidly betray'd To Filth our Kingdomes everlasting Stayne The Carved workes torne downe by the Profane When yee beheld the Houses of your King His Ships Townes Castles nay his every Thing Detayn'd from him could yee so foolish be To thinke that your poore Cottages could be free When ye did dayly heare such foule Disgrace Such Blasphemies throwne in th' Almighties Face From out your Pulpits and did thither run Chirping upon your Lecturers while 't was done When 't was your Joy to see Gods Service fall Or worship't slovenly or not at all When ye so chearefully did entertaine Such Lyes and Slanders gainst your Soveraigne Who could bewitch ye into so much Trust To thinke your Honour should not lye i' th Dust Or that your Fourty Markes to which ye were borne In Soccage could redeeme ye from just Scorne When with a Solemne Gladnesse ye did breake The holy Scept and did no difference make 'Twixt the unhallow'd and the hallow'd Land Could you beleive that your owne walls should stand Or that a Bore the Fence being broken through Should not lay wast and spoyle your Vineyards too That Man plants Hedges 'bout himselfe in vaine Who layes in common Sacred and Profane When your learn'd Preists made guilty of all Ills Like Partridges were hunted on the Hills By Painted Chamber and Committee-Men Where were your Teares where was your Sackcloth then It was your Game to see 't each Bush was bear And not a common Mouth but cryed Rett And see the Fruit of it Your Quarry now Like Israells Quailes peeps through your Nostrills too Your Clergies Scorne is prov'd your Plague will Go Go make Bone fires now let every Hill Shine with your Idoll-Flames and every Grove Be fill'd with Sisters Zeale Joy Pigs and Love Let Wisdomes Turke and Pope the rest among For Aye amidst the Bretheren now be sung Arch Deacon Cromwells visitation Hath cleansed all in whose pure voines doth run Th'reforming Bloud and vertues of his Grand Parent that Man of Iron whose tough Hand Arm'd with his Fathers Hammer at one Blow Made many a stately Abbey lie full low Who in one godly March upon his way Help'd by his Surrogate the good Lord Grey Five Crosses kill'd Five bookes of Common Prayers Five Surplices Five Fiddles and Five Beares Bless'd Reformation And the Time will come When Apes as well as Beares shall have their Doome And Badgers Furre grow Cheap Deluded Elves Where are those dayes you promis'd to your selves When ye should drink Sack from your own plump well And all your Ditches should run Muskadell The Bishops Votes are gone great Strafford lies To appease the Base a Noble Sacrifice And yet in sadnesse Sirs I cannot finde That it raines Fretters yet or that the Wind On his soft Wing brings Spices from the East Without our Ships or Ingots from the West Nature is still the old slow Thing she was And gravely brings her businesses to passe By Sober temperate steps she does not yet Ride Post make Souce and Puddings at a Heate Nor does our Mother Earthes kind Bowells yeild Us Choynes of Beefe yet or the Brawny Sheild As the Fens do Turffe for Digging the same Course She still observes onely 't is something worse You thought 't was brave to rule and therefore layed That burden on your owne which God had made For greater Shoulders Ye injoyed no rest Till your High Constable was above your Preist Angry ye were and did accuse the Fates For making of ye Subjects and not States Which yee determined to alter and Resolv'd your owne not Heavens Decree should stand Inrag'd yee had it in your heart to stone them Moyses and Aaron tooke too much upon them Ye could not sleepe nor yet in quiet sit Till an Ordinance tooke place of sacred Writ Ye 'ave almost your whole wish and faith confesse What have yee got Come be ingenious Would yee not give the best horse in your Teame The three yeares past were but a fearefull Dreame And hug your Resurrection that yee might Retast that Manna once yee set so light Wee 'l not deny 't many great Greivances And Scarlet Sinnes were nourished such as these Land-Lords exacted Rents the Priests were growne So proud they call'd th'tenth of our Crop their owne The Spirituall Courts in every Corner rife A Carnall exercise with a Neighbours Wife Could not be had but straight they made us stand Pinn'd in a Linnen Bag with a white wand Betraying so our Christian Liberty Which gives us Title unto all we see Grosse Innovations in Religion too Were frequent growne O what a Tedious doe Have some Sir Johns made that they might recall That Superstitious hypocriticall That Popish Tricke of praying on the Knee As if GOD joy'd in 's Servants Misery Troubling the ease and quiet of the Saints A haynous Crime and causing sad complaints Whose Postures should be such as might the best Marke out and typifie eternall Rest Those Idoll-Altar Bookes stuft full of Crosses bound up in Silver Anti-Christian Bosses Made of the Whore of Babilons Thimbles stood Preaching-aloft to grace their God of Wood And men began to prize them more then either The powerfull Dod or his blest Pew-Mate Cleaver Sad times the while nay worse in this then Turkes Th' Arminian Preachers had so cryed up workes That foolish Men so evill were the dayes Began to make a Conscience of their wayes Now blesse us all we were i' th very Road To Rome and shortly should have worshipp'd God By our Idolatrous Forefathers reard Churches in sooth began to be repair'd Nay more to be adorn'd Weepe weepe mine eyes This is a roreing sinne a sinne that cryes And had not this beene stopt there had beene found Who would have sworn they 'd stood on holier ground Then a Justice Parler on whose Cushionly A Dalton and Practice of Piety To sanctifie the Roome and purge from sinne The Bribes his Country Visitours bring in The Corporation-Custard which before As the fierce Seas curb'd by the Sandy Shore Did check the fluent Lect'rers heaving veyne And call'd the Spirit into his Bounds againe Aw'd by the Plumbroath every houre Lost more and more still of it's wonted Power And though the Sisters dayly did supply VVith Sighes and Egges to make the Gusto high Yet 't would not do Pride pride the Clergies Pride VVhich I assure ye Sirs was at spring Tide Had got that growth they did not blush to say They would not preach to please the People they Ranck Heresie if good Mas Henderson Can tell what Hresie is How saucy were they growne who dar'd to preach Th'Elect could Sinne O most abhorred Breach Of th'Faithfulls Prividedge and that Gods Sheepe VVere not whom Marshall brands but they who keepe Th'Impossible Commandements Beside They taught the way to Heaven was not so wide That