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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58750	A yoke for the Roman-bulls Being a poem written on the royal proclamation for exiling popish-priests and Jesuits, &c. To which is added, A telescope for the new astrologers: or, A looking-glass for the staring star-gazers. Wherein is a reply to the libellious and seditious censurers of the late fire in the City of London. By T. S. Licensed according to authority, the 7th. of Decemb. 1666.	T. S.	1666 (1666)	Wing S187; ESTC R219811	5,040	13

of Astrologie Do not great Pseudo-Prophets pray ye fain Your selves to be of Sage * who as Homer in his Odysses reporteth was as famous among the Grecians for Prediction as Aesculapius for Physick Melampus strain While your inept inventions plainly plods To make ye Psappho-like but airy Gods Let not such whimsies mount ye up so fast Owels that attempt to soar will fall at last Gaze in the Skies no more nor madly prate Look to the blazing-Comets in your pate Keep off your saucy hands from Heavens Rod As if ye wou'd usurp the Throne of God Quae Deus occulta esse voluit non scrutanda sunt Such is your pride your pride I say is such Ye have been to usurping us'd so much Let not conceits so giddy and so vain Possess your factious peace-disturbing brain These your transcendent errours do declare Your minds as wand'ring as the Planets are But what your selves cannot believe you will Seducers-like affirm to others still Thus have we seen the Juglers often use To do that they the People may amuse You 'll likewise Deifie your selves Nisi quod faciunt nihil rectè judicant and then You 'd fain make Devils of all other men As if to you that priviledge were given Hugh Peters-like to see both Hell and Heaven Popes have ye say no power to make a Saint Nor ye to make a Devil I 'll maintain 't But onely thus far sailing on such Shelves Of Errour to make Devils of your selves Then ben't so forward to condemn all those That are so honest as to be your foes Judicet ille de alterius errore qui non halet in seipso quod condemnet But while ye censure others do but view What reprehensions to your selves are due Look in your own hearts and consider then Your self-exaltings 'bove your bretheren Mistake me not I go not to deny The Nations sins brings this Calamity No I avouch it but I 'd have unfurl'd Your own deluding Colours to the world All Whoredom Drunkenness and Swearing I Abhor as much as you to justifie Yes but I 'd have ye too as well as these Consider how your own may God displease VVas Corah Dathan and Abirams Crew then Not such a kinde of Cattle pray as you VVas not their crime Rebellion ' gainst whom VVas Moses not and Aaron pray the men Don't ye the same in disobedience do Against your Lord the King and Bishops too Are not your murmurings pray even such The Bishops take upon them too too much And like that cursed Crew too don 't ye cry The Clergy they are lifted up too high And did not on those Rebels this provoke From angry Heaven a most hideous stroke Come Sub dulci melle venena latent Virg. In nomine Domini incipit omne malum Rabido gestans sub pectore Vulpem Pers Sat. 3. come this wilful disobedience Masqu'd under Conscience is an high offence Religion and Conscience often be Pretended in the worst of Villanie To wave all others and to quote the high'st Did not the Jews in crucifying Christ Pretend the same as zealously as you Did in next unto that the highest too VVhen ye did act that execrable sin On Martyr'd Charles who 's now as Cherubin Come Qui curios simulant bacchanalia vivunt Juv. there 's no sinner like the Hypocrite The Proverb saies No Devil like the white I make no doubt ye all your selves suppose Shadrachs and Meshachs and Abednegos But pray did none of ye that were possest Of Habitations burn among the rest I know your great pretence forsooth ye can Obey the VVill of God 'bove that of man But what obeying God is greater than Th' obeying of just Authorized Men Then while blind Zeal just duties thus controuls Let not fond errours so seduce your souls No Golden Gods are by a Heathen King Commanded now to worship No the thing Required now is to obey I 'm sure The living God in worship that is pure Then what pretence is left O Conscience now These things ye can't by any means allow Have ye forgot when ye did scruple less Rebellion Murder and all wickedness And does this Conscience still lack libertie Pray what to do To swallow up the Sea Contend not then so foolishly who is Guilty'st of this sad Metamorphosis But let us all reform I 'd need but say Then let us but the King and Church obey Their Laws command I 'm sure of me and you Both What to Caesar and to God is due Hear what the holy Churches STARS divine Fear not to what the others do incline The Superstition's in observing those When we imagine they so much impose As for the Consistory-courts I 'm sure Their Laws are wholesome their due practice pure But what 's the reason ye will those despise Because they punish your iniquities I ne'er was question'd by 'um but I must Confess I think th' are merciful and just But ye 're resolved onely to oppose Things legally ordain'd and onely those Come come obey obey I say the King And wave each frivolous and foolish thing Ye cry down Bears indeed 't is too too true The Land 's too full of such like Bears as you Ye blame the enmity between the Beasts But greater enmity lurks in your breasts Ye like no Plaies but chiefly those that be Like unto Mass ' annello's Tragedie No those unmasque Rebellious wickedness And shew ye how your conscious souls transgress To Theatres of blood ye can submit But not unto a Theatre of Wit And with an Hewson-ey'd Zeal you will report The sins not of the Country but the Court. Perhaps ye ne'r have been there since White-hall Was made an Acheron by stinking Noll When Pluto there a hellish Court did keep And cursed Hugh did preach his Imp asleep And so ye think it still the same but know Now the just Steward's in 't 't is nothing so Persons make places quite anew become As Pompey's Residence made Africk Rome Mrs. K. P. Pray if ye are such Courtiers that ye know In what the Courtiers sin and what they do Come once again to Court and see a thing Look on your gratious and indulgent King See see how much of Clemency and Grace Sits in his Royal and Majestick Face See whom ye do offend it wou'd convince A Scythian to behold so good a Prince Perhaps your disobedient hearts will melt Having the power of such an object felt Remember his Amnestia don't ye know To him your lives and liberties ye owe Then ben't deluded once again I say If ye wou'd Heaven please the King obey Your Tub-invading Rabshakehs ne'er lack Tricks to seduce additions to the Pack But though they Gowns refuse yet be it spoke 'T is not the longest Presbyterian Cloak Will hide their knav'ry that will be displaid Though they 're as flie as He that whipt his Maid FINIS