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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
religion_n	king_n	law_n	subject_n	4,732	5	6.6515	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A43633	Scandalum magnatum, or, The great trial at Chelmnesford assizes held March 6, for the county of Essex, betwixt Henry, Bishop of London, plaintiff, and Edm. Hickeringill rector of the rectory of All-Saints in Colchester, defendant, faithfully related : together with the nature of the writ call'd supplicavit ... granted against Mr. Hickeringill ... as also the articles sworn against him, by six practors of doctors-common ... Published to prevent false reports.	Hickeringill, Edmund, 1631-1708.	1682 (1682)	Wing H1825; ESTC R32967	125,748	116

converted art ' tic well Thour't in the way to Heaven they to Hell And what tho' many of the Saints do fear Thou do'st dissemble because they do hear How thou did'st persecute the Saints and hale Their Persons innocent unto the Jayl What tho' at present they be shy of thee Yet thou proceeding in thy Zeal to be A Convert true it will rejoice their Hearts That God hath raised thee to take their parts And what tho' Priests do wait by Writ of Cape Yet by some Basket thou shalt have escape Their Ruffins sworn to take thy Life away By Providence shall miss their hoped Prey Tho' some may question thinking that thou art No true Disciple from thy very Heart Yet when it shall be known what thou hast writ And preached too thou wilt be quite acquit When by thy Naked-Truth the Church hath ease It will the Brethren in all places please But let me tell thee Mr. Hickeringill Tho' many Grave Divines approve thy Pill Prelats and proud Priests say thou hast no skill The Gout the Strangury and such Disease May by a Velvet Couch receive some ease And Golden Chariots rocking them doth please A Body full of Humours all can tell Disgusts that Physick that will them expell Because it makes them keek and vomit up Their sweetest Morsels like a bitter Cup. Sick Physick they don't like tho' that must cure This they resolved are not to endure Thou purgest Head the Reins and Liver too Fluxeth the Body and makes such ado That all their Rottenness will be discovered They like not this thy way to be recovered But will keep rather their Distemper still Than Purge and Vomit thus to make them ill Diseases foul Physicians will conceal And gross Distempers they will not reveal The Credit is the Patient's Gain's their own This thou regardest not but makes all known Tho' they tormented are and full of pain Yet they have Riches Profits Honour Gain And they are courted too have great Retinues To wait on them and they have great Revenues Now this they love and will not change their state For all thy Pamphlet-printing and thy prate They say a Mungrel-Mountebank thou art That mounts the Stage but hath no real Art Thou runs from Town to Town to show thy Feats And vend thy mouldy Drugs which are but Cheats Thou railst against the Cross but dost purloin Picking Men's Pockets both of Cross and Coin Thou hast no Licence to be thy Defender Therefore against the Law thou art offender If this be true there 's ground enough I trow By Scandalum Magnatum to o're-throw And bring thee down upon thy bended Knees To ask Forgiveness and to pay thy Fees Therefore the Scribes do lay for thee their Snares And do consult to take thee unawares The Officers of Doctors Commons meet Together often and their Heads do beat What course to take The Learned Chancellors Crafty Civillians foul-mouth'd Registers Arch-Deacons Surrogates are in a Huff The Proctors and Appariters do snuff Our Wealth is gone if we let this alone We must with th' Irish cry Ohone Ohone They all combine and never will give out Until they have giv'n Hickeringill the rout Their Cobweb-Canons and their Lime-twig-Laws Thou valuest no more than rotten Straws Thou fearest not their hollow Pot-gun noise Being good for nothing but to fright the Boys They therefore now appeal and crave the aid Of Statute-Laws to help them in their Trade Look to thy self they are resolv'd now in To lose the Saddle or the Horse to win They strive to make Pilat and Herod Friends And then the Consistory have their Ends. Now Velvet Saddl's offer'd with Gold Fringe Richly adorn'd with splendid Trappeling And when the Saddle's on their Back they 'l get A Snaffel in their Mouths with Iron Bit Except God give them Grace and better Wit For when they 'r mounted they will spur them on Unto their own and thy destruction It is by this means they support their hope To get thy Neck into a Hempen Rope The Cross thou likest not and will not have A Gibbet's good enough for such a Slave If they can get the Learned Lawyers in To take their part as they now do begin This was the way they dealt with Christ him kil'd And poor St. Paul his Back with stripes was fill'd But it is hoped that will be forbidden For honest Lawyers will not be Priest-ridden For they will show no Mercy switch and ride Till they have got unto the Romish side Lawyers themselves at last will yoaked be Becoming Traitors to their Liberty For if the Statute do their Canons draw They 'll keep the King's liege-Liege-Subjects in such aw By raising up a Spanish Inquisition Bringing all down to ruin and perdition They 'll set the Mitre up above the Crown And bring all Law and all Religion down O the Confusion that will follow then But I forbear and will hold in my Pen And so conclude with England's Letany Defend us Lord from French and Popery And God send thee a safe Delivery SOL. SHAW We are commanded to love the Truth and Peace well put together for Truth seldom meets Peace without tho it always makes Peace within Truth seldom gets in this World external Peace but never misses internal and eternal Peace The Word of Truth Truth it self our blessed Saviour and his Apostles never failed of inward Peace of Conscience and Joy in the Holy-Ghost never fail'd neither of external Ruffles and War from without and therefore he said He came not to send Peace on Earth but a Sword It always was so from the beginning is now and ever shall be that War should be betwixt the Seed of the Woman and the Seed of the Serpent But there can be no Peace saith my God to the Wicked neither Peace external internal nor eternal For Truth is the Essence of Peace the Life and Soul of Peace it ceases to be Peace when Truth is absent and is meer War Confusion and Conspiracy How I have studied the Way of Truth let good Men judg and how I have studied the Way of Peace this following Letter to Henry Bishop of London will evince And not further to displease Sir George Jefferies for I hate this vain Jangling about Words and Titles and Genealogies as it happens the Welsh Knight will now be pleased for the last Letter sent from this Defendant to the Bishop was as smooth docile courtly and Alamode as the best Courtier of them all can write And that the Defendant absit invidia verbis has been as great a Traveller as St. Taphee or as that great Welsh-man and Kill-Cow Hero Capt. Jones himself that said he had a Priviledg or Patent whereby he could lie by Authority wonderful Preferment the Welsh-man was proud on 't tho The Letter verbatim thus Viz. To the Reverend Father in God Henry Lord Bishop of London at London House in Aldersgate-Street May it please your Lordship THis is the second humble Address that