Selected quad for the lemma: tradition_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
tradition_n	christian_n	church_n	scripture_n	1,902	5	5.9310	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57500	Rome rhym'd to death being a collection of choice poems, in two parts / written by the E. of R., Dr. Wild, and others of the best modern wits.	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Wild, Robert, 1609-1679.	1683 (1683)	Wing R1758; ESTC R16454	52,573	136

Honour of our Lady You shall see without doubt the Devil cast out As of old by Erra Pater He shall skip about and tear like a dancing Bear When he feels the Holy Water If yet doubtful you are we have Relicks most rare We can shew you the Sacred Manger Several loads of the Cross as good as ere was To preserve your Souls from danger Should I tell you of all it would move a stone-wall But I spare you a little for pity That each one may prepare and rub up his ear For the second part of my Ditty Now listen again to those things that remain They are matters of weight I assure you And the first thing I say throw your Bibles away 'T is impossible else for to cure you O that pestilent Book never on it more look I wish I could sing it out louder It has done men more harm I dare boldly affirm Than th' Invention of Guns Powder As for matters of Faith believe what the Church saith But for Scripture leave that to the Learned For these are edge-tools you Laymen are fools If you touch them you are sure to be harmed But pray what is it for that you make all this stir You must read you must hear and be learned If you 'l be on our part we will teach you an Art That you need not be so much concerned Be the Churches good Son and your work is half done After that you may do your own pleasure If your Beads you can tell and say Ave Mary well Never doubt of the Heavenly Treasure For the Pope keeps the Keys and can do what he please And without all peradventure If you cannot at the fore yet at the back-door Of Indulgence you may enter But first by the way you must make a short stay At a place called Purgatory Which the Learned us tell in the buildings of Hell Is about the middlemost story 'T is a monstrous hot place and a mark of disgrace In the torment on 't long to endure None are kept there but Fools poor pitiful Souls Who can no ready money procure For a handsom round Sum you may quickly be gon For the Church has wisely ordaind That they who build Crosses and pay well for Masses Should not there be too long detaind So that 's a plain case as the Nose on ones Face We are in the surest condition And none but poor Fools and some niggardly Owls Need fall into utter perdition What aileth you then O ye great and rich men That you will not hearken to reason Since as long as y' have Pence y' need scruple no offence Be it Murther Adultery Treason And ye sweet-natur'd Women who hold all things common My addresses to you are most hearty And to give you your due you are to us most true And we hope we shall gain the whole party If you happen to fall your Penance is small And although you cannot forgo it We have for you a cure if of this you be sure To confess before you go to it There is one reason yet which I cannot omit To those who affect the French Nation Hereby we advance the Religion of France The Religion that 's only in fashion If these rea●ons prevail as how can they fail To have Popery entertain'd You cannot conceive and will hardly believe What benefits hence may be gain'd For the Pope shall us bless that 's no small happiness And again we shall see restored The Italian Trade which formerly made This Land to be so much adored O the Pictures and Rings the Beads fine things The good words as sweet as Honey All this and much more shall be brought to our door For a little dull English-money Then shall Justice and Love whatever can move Be restored again to our Britain And Learning so common that every old woman Shall say her Prayers in Latin Then the Church shall bear sway the State shall obey Which is now lookt upon as a wonder And the proudest of Kings with all temporal things Shall submit and truckle under And the Parliament too who have tak'n us to do And have handled us with so much terror May chance on that score 't is no time to say more They may chance to acknowledge their error If any man yet shall have so little Wit As still to be refractory I swear by the Mass he is a meer Ass And so there 's an end of a Story A Continuation of the Catholick Ballad inviting to Popery Vpon the best Grounds and Reasons that could ever yet be produced To an excellent Tune called The Powder-plot FRom Infallible Rome once more I am come With a Budget of Catholick Ware Shall dazle your Eyes and your Fancies surprize To embrace a Religion so rare Oh! the Love and good Will of his Holiness still What will he not do for to save ye If such Pains and such Art cannot you Convert 'T is pity but Old Nick should have ye Now our Priests are run down and our Iesuits aground And their Arguments all prove invalid See here he hath got an unheard of New-plot To Proselite you with a Ballad Then lay by your Jeers and prick up your Ears Whilst I unto you do display The advantage and worth the Truth and so forth Of the Roman Catholick way If you did but behold the Faith and the Gold Of which Holy Church is possest You would never more stray in the Heretical way But flie to her Lap to be blest The Pope is the Head and doth Peter succeed Pray come away faster and faster He succeeds him 't is true but would you know how T is only in denying his Master He 's Infallible too what need more ado And ever hath Truth in possession For though once Mob Ioan Ascended the Throne The same was no breach of Succession Our Church and no other is the Reverend Mother Of Christians throughout the whole Earth Though Older they be perhaps far than she Yet they must owe unto Her their Birth Our Faith is so great so sound and compleat It scorneth both Scripture and Reason And builds on Tradition sometimes Superstition And oft-times Rebellion and Treason Our strict Purity is plain to each eye That Catholick Countries view For there to suppress the sins of the Flesh Sodomy is in use and the Stews Our Zeal has been felt whereever we dwelt On all that our Doctrine deny If we have a Suspicion we make Inquisition And straight the poor Hereticks fry In vain they may plead or their Scriptures read We value them all not a Pin The best Argument that we can invent Is with Fire and Sword to begin A most Godly way whatever they say Since it their Salvation o●tains Makes them Orthodox with blows and with knocks And hammers Faith into their Brains A God we can make of a thin Wafer-Cake And eat him up when we have done But a Drop of the Cup Lay-men must not sup For the Priest guzles