Deedes to the Apostles Forme Such Pious Deedes with Zealous Sparkes beset As I for Saints have in my Preface set From Justines Workes likewise I apprehend The Eucharists Religious Use and End We take no Common Bread nor Common Wine Saith he but like as Christ by the Divine Bright Word became true Flesh and for our Good Tooke on him our Attire of Flesh and Blood So we by Vertue of his Word Record That Food to be the Body of the Lord Yet Sacramentall Wine and Sacred Bread Which have our Soules by the Remembrance fed With this short Course the Presect of the Feast Insinuates Vowes into each Sacred Breast They fed with zeale the Throng Thanksgiving sing And Deacons did unto the Absent bring The Consecrated Food that they likewise Might have a Taste of the Soule-sacrifice Such was the Ancients Forme to distribute The Holy Food without Quirkes or Dispute IN those Dayes Crosse to Food blest by the Word Was Sacrifice of Flesh at Heathens Boord To Idoll-Gods which Christians did refuse By reason of the Cursed End and Vse As we likewise that Carnall Food despise Which some Create a God at Sacrifice And yet the Food ere it was so disgrac'd Could not pollute the honest Takers taste So when Gods Word hath blest Ours to record Our Saviours Crosse it quickens by that Word Which full of Life breathes Spirit Life Reliefe If it be tane by Soules firme of Beliefe For otherwise the present Ectasy Doth uanish and away those Blessings fly They at their Feast Emanuels Presence lose His Presence whose rare Forme some Clearks appose Though they beleeve that Christ is God and Man And stiled God with us his Forme they scan And question how could Paul and Stephen see Emanuel while on Earth Men living be As to the Pure this Mystiâ—ke Trance turnes Pure So t is Damnations Bait to the Impure And when Faiths Feast becomes a Sacrifice To Idoll Gods it tends to prejudice For this grave Cause good Christians doe refuse False Altars Meate where Satan Poison scrues WHat shall I write of Mark Aurelius Raigne When all his Campe distrest for want of Raine Were at the point to perish Christians then By Miracle gain'd showres to save his Men While hopelesse Pagans dig'd by Prayers they Gain'd in One Night what they had toyl'd by Day Such wondrous Deedes of the Church Primitive Like those Blest Showrs will cause our Mâ—se to thrive If therewithall we moisten Thirsty Soules Which long to taste of our Nectarean Bowles In hope from Bruites to be trasnform'd anew To better shapes then Ovid could renew Or Samian Forge Our New-Man sings more strange Of Manners not of Bodies the Exchange WIthin this Age liv'd Irenaeus knowne A Bishop where France built her Lions Towne He stoutly did the Marriage-state defend Whose Foes he writes blame God and Natures End He taxed Romish Victors Lightnings Flash And qualifi'd his Squibs denounced rash Which he presum'd against the East to throw For Easters Date with Supercilious Brow Or did perhaps not excommunicate But barre with them Rome to communicate So likewise did Grave Policrates blame His Censure-causing Schisme and Christians shame This Reverend Man to win the more Applause For his Defence of that propounded Cause Demonstrated that his seven Ancestours And he the Eighth from those Progenitours Were Bishops all of Ephesus and held Their yearely Course of Easter unrepeal'd Implying that his Lineall Holy Race Confirm'd the Truth to cleare that wrangling Case NExt unto those shone Athenagor as Tatian and He who with his Sire would passe To Martyrdome and but for Mothers Teares Partake like Adamant not shrunke with Feares He gloss'd Gods Word would have bin more priz'd If he had not too much allegoriz'd Severus sent for him such was his Fame To Antioch where he stuck to Christ his Name And blaz'd his Word with such rare Eloquence That he return'd by Caesar grac'd from thence Dismiss'd with Gifts and Courtiers good report He came againe to the sev'n Flouded Port Where he much Oyle in Alexanders Towne Consum'd untill his Errour put him downe Where well he wrote no better Writer knowne Where ill none worse then Origen is showne Famous for this he termes Christs Flesh and Blâ—â—â—â— The Spirits Type his Word Soule-quickning Food Most infamous for this that first he Gelt Himselfe and then for feare he should have felt A Buggering Rape by a Black-hired Moore He Sacrific'd to Idolls a farre more Scurfe-spreading sinne for which with Bolts accurst By Alexandriaes Church to Teares he burst Whenlighting on a Text in Salmes Towne And there desir'd to Preach he found his owne Unhappy Act by Lot nay by Divine Appointment How the Precepts which are mine Dar'st thou presume within thy Mouth profane To teach or read O thou ungodly Man Upon which Text poore Origen abasht With Teares his Crime and his Presumption washt THE STATE OF THE BISHOPS OF ROME DURING THE TIME OF PERSECVTION and while they were subject to the Emperours IT may be heere some Curious Wits expect That I their Lives and Deedes should recollect Whom Priestly Votes hâ—ve voyc'd for Roman Popes In Peters Chaire on whom they sixt their Hopeâ— To binde and loose their manifolded Criâ—eâ— Both then and now and in ensuing Times But such a Taske I dare not undergoe Nor will I have with Fraudfull Styles to doe The Servant when of Servants One proclaimes Himselfe and yet a Monarques Power claimes Let them who build on Flesh and Blouds Desires Entangling their Beliefe with needlesse Fires Of High Ambitious Thrones not warranted By Gods deare Lambe who for our sakes here led An Humble Life Let them I say bow downe Before the Gold-cross'd Shooe and Triple Growne But I am sure they no Record shall finde Nor Chronicle that mentions in that kinde The least Reflexe of Royall Majesty Due to Romes Popes with Both Swords Soveraignty Untill the French the Lumbards overcame Till Charlemaine did Desiderius tame Since Phocas Time they Nine score yeeres before Above all Priests the Chiefest Miâ—er wore Since Constantines who Phocas did precede Three Hundred yeeres a Patriarchs sway I read They had heere in our West But till that Time They scarce found space to breath much lesse to climb Or claime a Mace and to be called Lord A Style which Christ forbad and Saints abhorr'd For till the Raigne of Constantine the Great Thirty they were which grac'd Romes Pastours Seat And of those Thirty Bishops there were None But they were slaine or did through Troubles grone As English Saints were in Queen Maries dayes By Tyrants spleene distressed sundry wayes Imprison'd rackt and put to Open shame Depriv'd of all their Goods and burnt in Flame So Christs New Church tho with rare Dowries blest Neere for Three Hundred yeares was sore opprest Caefars without and Herteickes within Did persecute and plunge her Members in So many Toiles that hardly they could meet In Private Place nor one another greet With Common shewes of
feele endlesse Paine â—â—u shall with Christ in Peace for ever Raigne â—â—ch blisse pursues a Pious-minded Peere And such I hope attends you there and heere Which to seale up and to set forth Your Traine â—eere take your Choise of Posies various Straine Without the New-mans Robes none are indeed True Noble-men but borne of Mongrell Seed To be borne Great great Honour some esteeme it But to doe Good I greater Honour deeme it Vertue so farre excells Sires Heraldry As doth Day-light the Darke the Sap the Dry. A Noble Minde surmounts a Noble Birth But who hath Both-shines like Sunne on Earth Magnus honor nasci praelustri stemmate Major Stemma Piis Factis nobilitare suum Quantò Lux Tenebras Siccum vel Succidus Humâ— Tanto depictos Mens Pia vincit Avos Virtus Naturam superat sed amictus utrisque Dotibus ut Lumen Solis in orbe nitet THE CHVRCH MILITANT HERE ON EARTH FOVNDED AND RENEWED BY OVR SAVIOVR CHRIST Who is this that comes from Edom with red Garments from Bozrah Esay 63. The Argument The Church is built on Christ who under-went The Curse Rose up and then to Heaven went This wonder-rapt some Angels of that Spheare That they with Ioyes speake of his comming there IN Paradise the Church of Christ began WheÌ„ after Breach God opened unto Man The hopefull meanes whereby he might deface The Sting of Sinne and bee restor'd to Grace If on the promise of the Womans Seed Man would rely he might redeme his Deed. But Bloody Cain with his accursed Race Went Whoring after Satan sleighting Grace And then the Church in Seth Methusalem In Noe and his Arke in Godly Sem And Iaphet fix't from whence no liking Cham She downeward past to Iob and Abraham And settled in the Circumcized Ligne Vntill the Promis'd Seed with Light Divine And Gospels Sound arriu'd graft things anew And by his Crosse our Charter did renew The Gentiles then by his Apostles blest From Heaven gain'd the Holy Ghost for Guest To cheere their Church within her to reside And evermore her Christian Broode to guide As long as they Him for their Rock protest Whome Peter thrice for all his Mates Confest So Thousands did with Angels Gifts encrease From Age to Age and found in Conscience Ease As testify the Pulpet and the Presse Which holp our Church to bloome with good successe Others since the Word late came in vse â—pir'd have wrot and Preacht of Faiths Abuse 〈◊〉 so likewise we see that in our Dayes 〈◊〉 feele the Heate of that bright Spirits Rayes 〈◊〉 them our New man reapes the Fruits of Truth â—â—â—nsformes Old wily Age to Saintlike Youth â—â—y for Eve for Adam Christ he sings â—â—ose Blood then Abels speakes forth better things â—â—rancing Soules with Gifts Propheticall â—â—d otherwhiles with Numbers Sphericall â—â—at by those Meanes and sweet enchanting Layes â—â—ey might confirme themselves as call home strayes â—irst like Babes with Bells smiles mixt with threats â—weanes the weake before their Sence he beaâ—es â—â—th Zealous Charmes from worldly vanities â—â—apting them for purer Qualities â—hich our Good Sire with Metaplastick Mould â—â—nds ready to infuse more fine then Gold THis Prudent course Some take in Verse as Prose For stilling Swarming Bees or Stubborne Foes To winne Applause to their more waighty work Which in their Braine like ember'd Fire did Lork They tickle first with smooth Conceptions Youth Laurell their Name and then gaine Roome for Truâ—â— To spread without Repulse or sowre Distast Before they dresse rare Manna for their Tast Clozing their Feast with Healths from Sions Fount Like Petrarch Beza and Mâ—randols Count Who with ripe Fruite by good mens Suffrages Ransom'd their Froth and greener passages Such Wits I wish with Lines of Sacred Truth From Carnall Dreames to scare our Straggling Youth And such I hope by Grace here to produce As Types of Vertue drawne for Holy use â—N the Lords Day though not with full content â—ate sung Christs from Olives Mount ascnt 〈◊〉 to that Orbe whose height no Earthly Scribe 〈◊〉 by the Booke or Astrolabe describe Though Galilees new Glasse a World espies Within the Moone yet Moone-sick are the Spies While clog'd with flesh not Spirit-rapt they pry â—o Gods Thrones Transcendent Mystery 〈◊〉 Heav'n I glaunc'd wherein his Man-hood rests â—â—eparing Roome for his Beleeving Guests Who su'd to Christ Mens Advocate alone â—ot parcelling his Worship into halves 〈◊〉 Iewes for Moloch Baal and Golden Calves â—hat so the Sabaoths change at Pentecost â—ucceede with Gifts sign'd by the Holy Ghost The Comforter which should the Church renew And grace thenceforth the Gentile and the Jew Till the Returnes as Man-Emanuell Within the Cloudes to Iudge the World and Hell HEre now againe with Fiery Flights I horer And his Ascent more spaciously runne over Then I did late because our Church hath drest And cookt upon another Day this Feast The way of Christs up to Gods Orbe Ascention Transcends above fraile Natures Apprehention I dare not wrest Christs Body nor confine His God-head There He Raignes a Man-Divine As Man He sâ—es for Men. As God he sends The Holy Ghost to gratifie his Friends And by Infusion heere his Church to grace If we Beleeve and Love and Pray for Grace Although as God his Presence never â—ayles us His Bodies Absence heere yet more availes us As he is Man or else his Bodiâ—s Sight Had made us Carelesse of the Spirits Light His Manhood by his owne Experience saw Our Natures weakenesse how Fiends would draw Vs from Gods will and from true Innocence Whereby none could avoid Hells Pestilence Unlesse himselfe did stand within the Gap â—etwixt our Sinnes and Wraths fierce Thunderclap â—nd that made him remove his Person hence â—o Heaven there to ease our Punishments â—y suing to Gods Grace as Advocate â—hat for his sake he would repayre our State GReat were the Angels Ioyes when Iesus came â—n humane shape with such Imperiall Fame Vp to th' Empyrean Sphere where none before Of that New Forme could like a Phaenix soare â—s by his Crosse lay husht Hells damned Crowd So wondring heere Some Angels sung alowd What 's He that mounts and sits on Gods right hand With Bozraes Robes come from red Edoms Land Clad like to One who hath the Winepresse trod Yet looking like unto the Sonne of God Who did ride on the Cherubins and fly Yea fly upon the wings of winds most High Perhaps He is a New Melchisedeck Gods Spouse to grace or her with Gemmes to deck Or else the Cause of this New Mans Ascent Might be her Vowes and Offrings to presert Or for her Strayes to sue as Advocate Those whom the Gospels Light reclaimes of late His comming here with such Triumphant Port Doubtlesse to Men Salvation doth import This Mystery and Ioyfull Spectacle Above all Wonders prove a Miracle Vnparalell'd that by Divinity Infus'd in Flesh men gaine Eternity And that the Gentiles as the Iewish Tribes In Truths rare Secrets grow most learned
through the Holy Ghost Now chuse thy Flesh quoth Lawrence Raw or Rost. Faire Theodora to the Stewes confin'd â—er Friend holp her to scape in Masked kind â—ay'd in her place He thrall'd she came againe â—et did the Iudge for Martyrs both arraigne MAuger all Rackes and Flames Saint Albaâ— here â—n Brittaine first and Noble George appeare Who arm'd on Horse-backe with a Sangaine Crosse Leagu'd Salems Knights and oft fear'd Englands Foes As Ancient Wits conceiv'd their Aiery Signe Like that which meteour'd once to Constantine Which Signe they might more fitly to their Head Impute then with his Members quartered Their Crimson Gore transform'd to Robes of White By vertue of their Faith Beames-darting-bright With Amphibale they live yet in our West And with those Twaine whom of her Martyrs Best With sacred Bayes at Vsk Carleons Towne Saint Aaron and Saint Iulius still doth Crowne WIthin this Age like to th' Essences Sect Good Men of Life austene did Cells erect Of Christian Hermites or Anachorites In Aegypts Desarts there that Convertites Might solitaty dwell from Passions free And from those Baites wherewith we daily see The greatest Part ev'n of the Churches Brood Ensnar'd a Mystick Point not understood By Libertines in these our Carnall Dayes There cloystred up from soule Temptations stayes Alone and farre from Mortalls Company The Holy Saint the long-liv'd Anthony His life sustaining onely by the Fruit Of one Palmitoe Tree whose Rind did suit And cloath his Limmes as did the Fruit him feed His Patterne then good Saint Macarius trac'd Whose Presence since the Nicen Councell grac'd O happy Types If Superstition since For Hypocrites Some came not to convince As Savoyes Hermite through Confessions shrow'd Since Cuckolded the Best of all the Crowd ABout the end of this Third Century When Dioclesians Rage and Butchery Did persecute the Saints God raised up Lactantius to confirme them not to droup For now their Time of Liberty drew neere Which by Gods Grace did after soone appeare For saving Philip whom Pope Fabian blest All Caesars hitherto Christs Flocke opprest The Church as yet fixt on no Constant Formes Of Government So grievous were the Stormes Of Persecution rais'd by Tytants Rage The First three Ages of her Pilgrimage That she could not Correct but now and then Judge nor with Tythes reward Industrious men As Lollards were by our Lancastrians curb'd And Huguenots in France by Kings disturb'd So her aw'd Stâ—rres durst scarce a Synod call By stealth much lesse a Councell Generall Where her Chiefe Watchmen of the Christian Race Might Congregate in one convenient Place Popes stood not then on high Prerogatives Glad oft to flye to lurke and save their lives But Christians now began to be more bold The Time in the Apocalipse foretold The two and Forty Monthes being full expir'd Monthes counted for Yeares Sabbaths they aspir'd By the Imperiall Leave to settle things In Order without Gall or Envious stings As shall appeare after Licinius Death Meane while I le rest so to resume more breath THE OCCVRRANCES OF THE FOURTH AGE From the Yeare of our Lord 300. untill the Yeare 400. being the Second Yeare of the Raigne of Arcadius and Honorius the Sonnes of Theodosius the Roman Emperour The Argument The Glorious Church which Constantine â—uilâ— vp At his Decease by Arrians vext doth droupe For Schooles Restraint of Julian she complaines Which Rise againe through Theodosius Paines THough I be slow the Strumpet to 〈◊〉 Yet I contend to blaze the New-manâ— Taske And to performe enough to satisfie My Noble Friends where the True Church did lye Since Christ his Time untill our present Age Mauger Hells spight during her Pilgrimage Because she did on no Foundation stand But Christ none shall her Name with Errour brand Because she built upon the Living Rocke Which Peter voucht she shunn'd the Fatall shocke Of the fierce Dragons Floud in Darknesse shin'd Though to a Desart rude she seem'd confin'd Because she squar'd her Doctrine and her Rites According to Gods Word her Opposites Can never blacke her Fame and Memory Nor need she feare Proud Babels Mystery That Errours spirit can obliterate The Gospels Text which she enjoyes of late I Will make good that though some Curse 〈◊〉 Yet by Gods Rayes or his Saint Michaels Banner She spreads Christs Name in Saints and Martyrs blest In Dangers oft and seldome times at Rest One while in Tents in Warres against her Foes Another time beleaguer'd feeling woes When seeking Christ in time of superstition The Watchmen smote her in the Inquisition As Salomon sung in his Canticles As Christ himselfe by Scribes Convenâ—icâ—â—s And Roman Doome in person felt what Grace His Limmes with Men finde in their Holy Race By Martyrs Bloud and spoiles of the Old Man Our New man first his Sacrifice began Continues still his Feast though some conspire To marre the same and Our Good Church to fire ANd yet for all Mens Hate our Mother lives Yea from her Flames the New Man buds and thrives Not much unlike the Phoenix whom they say That being burnt her Like revives alway Though alway not so Vigourous or Faire By reason of the Climate Food or Aire Too high Conceit of her splendidious Worth Or of the Keyes to shut the stubborne forth Or other Accidentall Le ts she seeme But vile or lacking Tythes in poore esteeme Nipt with hard Winters Frost or scorcht with Hear Course Dyet or with changing Soile or Seate Yet at the last the Bridegroome in extreames Shewes her the way to his spirituall Streames To pray with Zeale more cautiously to watch Least Fiend-like Pride her or her Brood attache To feed his Flocke though they ungratefull be Combining to keepe backe his Tythes her Fee For whether Poore or Sicke by dankish Aire She sleepes not till she doth to Christ repaire With contrite thoughts and Lusts Mortification With the New-mans and Soules Resussitation Of whom she begs and humbly sues for Grace Which on her Teares she gaines then sees his Face The splendour of his Spirit working wonders With mildest Gales restraining Sinaies Thunders And thereupon is throned on a Hill With large Command according to his Will To Bind or Loose her Childrens Sinnes to keepe To watch and Feed but not to Flay his Sheepe Like her with Triple Crowne on seven Hills Who with false Fires now sits as God and fills Mens Consciences with Smoaky Pardons Wares Of the Beasts Marke with Lies and Bugâ—e are Cares A Bout three hundred Yeares the Gospels Light Had through our Saviours Bloud acquired Might And rooting when restrain'd it faster spred Enlightning Soules whom Forged Tales missed When die had foil'd Maxentius Maximine And to a Nooke Licinius did confine The Christian Church was rear'd by Constantine Most Glorious on a Hill with Rires Divine And decent States as well from Foes Contempt As from home-scandalls to become exempt Soone as that Signe had meteour'd in the Aire Which Conquerour him styl'd he did repaire The Ruines of the
Mother full of Grace Thou Mortall Man quoth She dost wonder now Why on Poore Thralls my Favours I bestow And not on Scarlet Robes in midst of Plenty I dwell not with the Proud Not one of Twenty That spends the time in Carnall Jollity Enjoyes my Love Heat or Society Which Caiphas-like Pope Adrian true confest He saw not how Romes Scepter could be blest Since He to whom Christ left the Churches Care Shun'd worldly Rule Pompe and Simonious Ware The Consciences where I frequent me most Are styl'd The Temple of the Holy Ghost And there no Swine no Beasts of prey nor Curres Dare enter once nor any thing that blurres Notorious sinnes with Penance I commute But Common slips to Nature I impute I never sold the Holy Spirits Gifts But I receive Strayes gratis without shifts Though I enjoy the Keyes to bind or loose I seldome Curse nor Yealding Reedes do bruize 'Gainst Hereticks I warre but not with Sword My Fence is Vowes and Teares my Sword Gods Word For my Chast Faith to Christ I am belov'd And by his Fiery Crosse I am approv'd If thou desirest then to finde me out Looke VAUGHAN not for me among the Rout But with my Babes which beare a loving Mind Wise Constant sad And there thou me shalt finde With such I liv d in Superstitious Times And so proclaime me in thy New-mans Rimes With such I dwelt by Worldlings scorn'd the while My Beldame Foe Christs Altars did defile With Carnall Sence and Sacrilegious Rape Moulding th' Immortall in fraile Mortall shape THus stood Our Church though not so faire of Face As she seemes now yet by Elections Grace Christs Merits and his Blouds Prerogative She breathed free from Sinnes imputative And though her Seed were not so pure as Our Nor Ours as Saints yet may the Man-Gods Pow'r For their Faiths sake Old Passions purifie When Doomedayes Flames shall Bodies change or try Or rather at Deaths Gaspe to Paradise Convaigh them like the Theefe with Saints to rise The Iudge will cloth them with his Robes of Grace And them enroule with his True Churches Race Thus stood Our Church most visible to Saints Ere Luther broke into his Just Complaints Here in Our West she persecuted lay While Rome made sale of Soules and open Prey She in the House of Mourning at the Stake Lay Patient while Rome forg'd the Masses Cake How did they her with Racks and Tortures touze Within their Jailâ—â— and Inquisition House How in Old Times did Berengariuâ— fare For daring to controule cotrupted Ware Nay how in Spainâ— doe they speed at this day Who Christ alone for Advocaâ—e display A Thousand Yeares the Dragon with Restraint Of Bloudy Force â—y Close Till then a Saint Possest his Conscience free from Tortures Fiâ—e Or Hells Constâ—aint No Synod fâ—ll of Ire Till the Fourth Henry raign'd did signe a Law By Massacres poore England to withdraw From preaching Christ. No Councell Generall Doom'd Saints to Flames to end Religions Braâ—le Till Sigismond at Constance suffred Husse And Ierome to be burnt without discusse Of their true Cause Yet Sautre first Of Martyrs did appease the Bloudy thirst Of Antichristian Priests in the First Yeare Of the said Henries Raigne Next Badby here Thorpe Purvey Taylour White and Hoveden With the Lord Cobham Floure of Noblemen Who did before the Bishops of this Land With burning Zeale the Romish Church withstand For the Faiths sake and the Wicklevian Sect Did by their Bloud and Martyrs Seales erect An Altar up in honour of our Christ As Members of their Head 'gainst Antichrist How many Soules were forced to abjure And to recant No Saint then liy'd secure In the Three Henries Sway of Lancaster Who preacht Gods Word as He of Chichester Grave Peacock felt and many moe that far'd As bad because they Babels Whore out-dar'd Kent Herefords and Norwich Diocesse Saw men styl'd Lollards then with like successe Take up the Crosse and yeeld for Christ their Breath So Prelates Saints pursu'd with spite and Death And not content the Living to torment They one Degree beyond the Pagans went For Wickliffs Bones from out the Grave they tore And burnt which lay there Forty Yeares before With solemne Pomp and Degradations Maske Those Gotam-Scribes perform'd that Gothish Taske O Would the Lines of this Epitome Could move our Strayes which haunt the Romish Sea To meditate on Times Old Monuments And there to marke what Savage Punishments One Hundred Yeares ere Luther rose were then Inflicted by mad Priests on Christian Men For seeking to reforme Old things amisse And by Gods Word to win blind strayes to Blisse I might then hope some would relent and turne To our New-man and with New Zeale would burne Not heeding Dreames and Superstitious Mists Which spred abroad by false Masse-monging Priests And Idoliz'd by haughty Hildebrand Lay yet on Rome an Ignominious Brand But noting what the New-man put in ure The first Six Hundred Yeares they hold most pure For such our Martyrs did and such I know Great Brittaine now extolls at least in show BUt to review the Churches History The Looking-Glasse of Sacred Memory Whilst halfe this Age with doubtfull chance embroils Which France shall feel or England Bloudier Broules The Center of this Age melts into Teares And cryes out shame upon 〈◊〉 Westorne Pâ—â—res For suffring Turkes Bizantium to possesse And by that meanes quite to subvert the Peace Of all the Easterne Church and there for Christ To fiixe a mighty Limbe of Antichrist Had they in time buâ— seconded the Duke Of Burgâ—ndy when he Thralls a rebuke With a Check-mate receiv'd in Hungary The Ottomans had not faire Bulgary Subjected nor the Graecian Iles fince won To Christians Losse and Mahomeâ—s renowne But as with Cunning Plots the Dragon rac'd Our Westernes Faith so then he there defac'd With Open Force the Easternes Primest Seat The City of New Rome in which Defeat He glories that the same with Salems Towne And Antioch he from Servile Christians won Their Sinnes them servile made that so before The Iudgement Day their Fall might Others more Rowze up from Sloth and Dull Security To Watch least they feele more Indignity ANd then neere Thirty Yeares were past since Popes Branding each Other for false Antipopes Copartners at a Councell Generall By Sigismonds good Cares they stint the Brawle At which I cannot in my Zealous Trance Unnamed leave a Chancellour of France Grave Gerson whom our Chronicles record That for Truths Rights to be againe restor'd He motion'd to bring back the Light Divine As in the Dayes of Paul or Constantine This he crav'd in the Councell Generall Most Zealous but the State Pontisicall Would not assent to heare of Reformation Lest they might clinch their Court of Augmentation Like Politicks who winke at Theeves or Stewes At Spoiles or Bribes at Barrettours or Iewes Encreasing Sinne and what to Vengeance tends For Private Gaine and their owne Idoll-ends This Motion made that Clerk Magnanimous About the Time when