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A63369
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Loyal poems and satyrs upon the times since the beginning of the Salamanca plot written by several hands ; collected by M.T.
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Taubman, Matthew, d. 1690?
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1685
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Wing T245; ESTC R10358
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never making Prayers Since Kingdoms as he thinks shou'd have no Heirs But stand Elective that the holy Crew May when their Zeal transports them chuse a new And is so strongly grounded in belief That Antichrist his coming will be brief As he dares swear if he dares swear at all The Quakers are ordain'd to make him fall From whence he grows impatient and he says The wisest Counsels are but fond Delays To hold him lingring in deluded hope Else long e're this he had subdu'd the Pope A Presbyter is he whose heart doth hate The Man how good so e're advance'd in State And finding his Disease a Leprosy Doth Judg that all in Courts Gehesi's be Whist he himself in Bribery is lost And lyes for gain unto the holy Ghost When tho' in shew he seems a grave Tobias He is within a very Ananias The lay-prophane name Lord he hates and says It is th' approaching sign of the last days For Church-men to be stiled so nay more 'T is Usher to the Babylonian Whore The Bishops Habits with the Tip and Rochets Beget in him such fancies and such Crochets That he believes it is a thing as Evil To look on them as to behold the Devil And for the Government Episcopal That he condemns to be the worst of all Because the primest times did suffer no man To ' exalt himself for all was held in Common Yet 't is most strange when he is most Zeal-sick Nothing can cure him but a Bishoprick Where once Invested proves without all scope Insulting boundless more than any Pope A Presbyter is he that 's never known To think on others good besides his own And all his Doctrine is of hope and Faith For Charity 't is Popery he saith And is not only silent in good works But in his practice too Resembles Turks The Churches Ornaments the Ring of Bells Can he get Power 't is ten to one he sells For his well tuned Ears cannot abide A Jangling noise but when his Neighbours chide A Presbyter is he that never Prays But all the World must hear him what he says And in that fashion too that all may see He is an open Modern Pharisee The Name of Sabbath still he keeps 't is true But so he is less Christian more a Jew Nor settled form of Prayer his Zeal will keep But Preacheth all his purer Flock asleep To study what to say were for to doubt Of a presumed Grace to hold him out And to be learn'd is too too human thought Th' Apostles all he says were men untaught And thus he proves it for the best to be A simple Teacher of Divinity The Reverence which Ceremony brings Into the Sacred Church his Conscience stings Which is so void of Grace and so ill bent That kneel he will not at the Sacrament But sits more like a Judg then like a Sinner And takes it just as he recieves his Dinner Thus do his saucy postures speak his Sin For as without such is his heart within A Presbyter is he who doth defame Those Reverend Ancestors from whence he came And like a graceless Child above all other Denies Respect unto the Church his Mother His Chosen Protestants he scorns as men Not sav'd because they are not Brethren And lest his Doctrine shou'd be counted new He wears an ancient Beard to make it true A Presbyter is he who thinks his Place At every Table is to say the Grace When the good Man or when his Child hath paid And thanks to God for King and Realm hath said He then starts up and thinks himself a Debtor Till he doth cry I pray you thank God better When long he prays for every living thing But for the Catholick Church and for the King A Presbyter is he wou'd wondrous fain Be call'd Disciple by the holy Train Which to be worthy of hee 'l stray and Err Ten Miles to hear a silenc'd Minister He loves a Vesper Sermon hates a Mattin And he detests the Fathers nam'd in Latin And as he Fryday Sunday makes in Dyet Because the King and Canons do deny it The self same nature makes him to repair To week day Lectures more then Sunday Prayer And as the Man must needs in all things Err He starves his Parson crams his Lecturer A Presbyter is he whose heart is bent To cross the Kings designs in Parliament Where whilst the place of Burgess he doth bear He thinks he owes but small Allegiance there But stands at Distance at some higher thing Like a Lycurgus or a kind of King Then as in Errant times bold Knights were wont To seek out Monsters and Adventures hunt So with his Wit and Valour he doth try How the Prerogative he may defy Thus he attempts and first he fain wou'd know If that the Soveraign Power be new or no Or if it were not fitter Kings should be Confin'd unto a limitted Degree And for his part like a Plebeian state Where th' poor Mechanicks freely may debate All matters at their pleasure not confin'd To this or that but as they cause do find When tho' that every Voice against him go Hee 'l slay the Gyant with his Single No. He in his Heart tho' at a poor Expence Abhors a gift that 's call'd Benevolence For as his Mind so is his Bounty bent And still unto the King Malevolent He is the Statesman just enough precise The nearest Government to Scandalize Nor like a Drunkard when he doth Expose In secret underneath the silent Rose To use his Freedom when the pot might bear The saults which closely he commited there But Shimei like to all the Men he meets He spews his Frantick Venom in the streets And tho' he sayes the spirit moves him to it The Devil is that Spirit made him do it A Presbyter is he els there is none That thinks the King will change Religion His doubtful thought like to the Moon blind Eyes Makes the Beast start at every shape he Spyes And what his fond mistaken fancy Breed He does believe as firmly as the Creed From whence he doth proclaim a fast to all That he allows to be Canonicall And then he Consecrates a Secret Room Where none but the Elected Sisters come When being met doth Treason boldly Teach And will not Fast and Pray but Fast and Preach Then strains a Text whereon he may Relate The Churches Danger Discontent of State And hold them there so long in fear doubt That some do think 't is Danger to go out Beleiving if they hear the Cieling Crack The Bishops are behind them at their Back And so they sit bewaling one another Each groaning Sister howling to her Brother A Presbyter is he has womens Fears And yet will set the whole world by th' Ears Hee 'l rail in publick if the King deny To let the Quarrell of the Spaniard die He storms to hear in France the VVars shou'd cease And that by Treaty there should be a peace For sure saith he the Church doth
to heal Our Breaches VVhy did the Commons house Address And move the King that hee 'd Release The Villain from the Marshalseas And Gratis And prethe Jack did'st never hear The famous Speech of Noble Peer Stuft with true protestants and bare Fac'd Treason VVhy were so many Thousands Spread That every post Town packets had VVithout one penny for 'em paid Th' Reason Why did the perjur'd Jury Save The little Elephantine Knave And on the Bills back side Engrave Ignoramus Jurys are now a Town Tropan A Tory Trap they know their Man This Jack we plainly say nor can You Blame us Why did you stickle Tooth and Nayl The penall Statutes to repeal When you your selves wou'd never deal Such Measure But did inhumanly impose On all you Judg'd Dissenting Foes Heavy Mulcts and heavier Blows At Pleasure Why did the Knights and Burgers Vote No Man shou'd lend the King a Groat Tho' good Security were brought And Royal But oh that Brittain's Majesty Is never to be trusted why Confounded Jack was that said I Defyall VVhy do you suffer Janeway And Curtis factious Lyes to say And Hireling Care the Devills Ama Nuensis VVhy doth the Packet of Advice And protestant true Mercuries Scare Folks with weekly Forgeries To Frenzies And yet you Easily can spy In Rogers works state Heresy And Popery and all in He Raclitus Jack if you will these Scruples weigh And any thing in answer say To Query once again it may Invite us THE Geneva Litany FRom the Tap in the Guts of the Honourable Stump From which runs Rebellion that stinks like the Rump On purpose to leaven the Factious Lump Libera nos Domine From him that aspires as high as the Crown And vows to pull Copes and Cathedrals down Fit only to govern the World in the Moon Libera nos From the Prick-ear'd Levite that can without pain Swear black into white then deny it again Whose Name did design him a Villain in Grain Libera nos From his Black-Bills and Pilgrims with Sticks in their hands That came to make up a Religions Band Then Ravish our Wives and Inhabit our Land Libera nos From the Mouth of the City that never gives o'r To complain of Oppressions unheard-of before And yet for his Letchery will not quit score Libera nos From the Cent per Cent Scriv'ner and every Statetrick That rails at Intemp'rance who yet will not stick To clear a young Spend thrift's Estate at a lick Libera nos From the Force and the Fire of the Insolent Rabble That wou'd hurl the Government into a Babel And from the nice Fare of the Mouse-starver's Table Libera nos From the Elder in New-street that does Goggle and Cant Then turns up his Whites to nose it and pant And at the same time plays Devil and Saint Libera nos From Jenkin's Homilies drawn through the Nose From Langley Dick Baldwin and all such as those And from Brawny Settles his Poem in Prose Libera nos From a Surfeit occasion'd by Protestant Feasts From Sedition for Sawce and Republicks for Guests With Treason for Grace-Cup and Faction the rest Libera nos From the Conscience of Cits resembling their Dames That in Publick are Nice but in private so Tame That they 'l not stick out for a Touch of that Same Libera nos From the blind Zeal of all Democratical Tools From Whigland and all its Anarchical Rules Devised by Knaves and Imposed on Fools Libera nos From the late Times Reviv'd when Religion was gain And Church-Plate was seiz'd for Reliques Prophane Since practic'd by Searching Sir William again Libera nos From such Reformation where Zealots begun To preach Heaven must by firm Bulwarks be won And Te Deum sung from the mouth of a Gun Libera nos From Parliamentarians that out of their Love And Care for His Majesty's Safety wou'd prove The securest way were His Guards to remove Libera nos From Sawcy PETITIONS that serve to inflame us From all who for ASSOCIATION are famous From the Devil the Doctor and the Damn'd IGNORAMUS Libera nos THE Norwich Litany DEfend us from all Popish Plots That so the People Pray And eke also from Treacherous Scots As bad or worse then they From Parliaments long Rumps and Tails From House of Commons Furies Defend us eke from Protestant Flayls And Ignoramus Jurys Protect us now and evermore From a white sheet and Proctor And from that noble Peer brought or'e The Salamanca Doctor A Doctor with a witness sure Both in his rise and fall His Exit almost as Obscure As his Original Designs and Dangers far Remove From this Distressed Nation And damn the Trayterous model of The new Association And may the prick Ear'd party that Have coyn Enough to Cupboard Forbear to shiver an Estate And splinters mount for Hobart From Sixteen self conceited Peers Protect our Soveraign still And from the damn'd Petitioners For the Exclusive Bill Guard Heav'n great Charles and his Estate ' Gainst Tony upon Tony And from a House of Commons that Will give the King no Money From those that did Design and Laugh At Tangier in Distress And were Mahometans worse by half Then all the Moors at Fez. From such as with Usurping hand Drive Princes to Extreams Confound all their Devices and Deliver Charles and James But may the Beauteous youth come home And do the thing that 's fit Or I must tell that Absolom He has more Hair then Wit May he be wise and soon Expel Th' old Fox th' old fawning Elf The time draws nigh Achitophel Will make away himself This Jury I 've impanell'd here Of honest Lines and true Whom you 'l I doubt at Westminster Find Ignoramus too THE Loyall Litany FRom a new Modell'd Jesuit in a Scotch Bonnet With a Mass undersleeve and a Covenant on it From Irish Sedition blown out of French Sonnet Libera nos Domine From conspiring at Joes and Cabballing at Mews From Sir Guts holy Tub of uncircumcis'd Jews From Gibbet and Halter which will be their Dues Libera nos From a Parliament Man rak'd out of the Embers From Knights that haunt Counters and Lunatick Members From Presbyters Januarys and Papists Novembers Libera nos From hugging a Witch and consulting the Devil From Welch Repermates which are somthing uncivil From the Touch of a Scot to cure the Kings Evil Libera nos From the Mutinous Clamours of such as raise Fears From those that wou'd set us together by the Ears Who still for the shipwrack of Monarchy stears Libera nos From Rebellion wrapt up in an humble petition From the crafty Intrigues of an old Politician From a Geneva Divine and a Staffords Physitian Libera nos From serving great Charles as his Father before Disinheriting York without why or wherefore And from such as Absaloms folly adore Libera nos From Denying the King that which is his Right From Cashiering of Members for faults very Light From the Troublesom Searches of a Monyless Knight Libera nos From Libelling the Government and Actions of