O YES, O YES, I DO CRY,
THE BISHOPS BRIDLES WILL YOU BUY.
SInce Bishops first began to
ride
in
state, so neare the Crown,
They have been aye puft up with
pride,
and
rode with great
renown:
But GOD hath pull'd these Prelats down,
in spight of
Spain and Pope;
So shall their next Ecclipse be soon
in
England seen I hope.
They thought their Saddles had been sure,
when they began to
sit,
They did not
care for Church, nor Cure,
their Grandure was so great:
Their Curpals was so
closely knit,
they would not take a
tie;
Their Bridle bare so strong a
bit,
great marvaile 't was to see.
The Snaffles serv'd them, I have seen,
they
rode not farre abroad:
First from a Doctor to a Deane,
they bare the Bishops
rod.
They
car'd not for
contempt of GOD,
nor Church, nor Common-weale,
That all this Land was overlode,
while
fortune turn'd their
wheele.
Their Snaffles shortly they forsook,
for
weaknesse to
command,
And then a Thrawner-bit they took,
for to o'rthrow the Land:
They never
spar'd us
spurre nor
wand,
which
long we did indure;
They held not right the Bridle-hand,
their Saddles were not
sure.
And then a Chaunter-bit they
choos'd,
as Chauncellour of
estate,
That none before, but one had us'd,
which
broke on Striveling gate:
They did for
dignitie debate,
for none durst them
controule,
They would be Temporall lords of
late,
which they may now
condole.
Then for a French-bit long'd they fast,
which
curb'd proud Curfour
kinde,
Which they from
Lambeth got at
last,
it was the Popes
propine;
And
mounted them so to their
mind,
in all their
riding geare:
But then began they to
decline,
and built up Babel here.
But now that Bit their best
delight,
is
broken with the
rest:
And so their Horse have
cast them quite,
which cannot be redrest.
The Gallowes-bit would bide them
best,
if Reines they be not
rotten;
The Saints of GOD whom they
supprest,
this
glorious day have gotten.
Since they their horse and harnesse Sold,
come buy their
Bridles here,
That afterwards it may be told,
who bought their Riding-geere.
For this hath been a fatall yeare,
for Prelates in this part,
Then let these Romish
Rogues retire,
and seek some other
art.
Let NOVA SCOTIA keep them now,
they'r fittest for that
place,
For GOD and Man, could not alow
to
spare them longer
space.
Their
dignities brought them
disgrace,
with damnable
disdain;
Since
Scotland rooted out that
race,
let them not grow againe:
But now
brave England be thou bent,
to
bannish all that
brood
And make your
Lambeth Lad
repent,
that never yet did
good;
But shamefully hath sought the
blood
of
sakelesse Saints of GOD,
Releeve your
Lincolne, better
lov'd,
and set him
safe abroad.
And as for
Irelands odious name,
that hath indur'd so
long,
Their Tyrannie shall
end with
shame,
albeit their
state be
strong;
For GOD will sure
revenge their
wrong,
their Villany so
vile,
The
heaven hath heard their
sorrowing Song,
and
sighing all this
while.
So let the Devill goe Bishop them,
as he hath done
before,
For never Man shall
worship them
in any Kingdome more:
For
Scotland that they
crost so sore,
shall now with
gladnesse sing,
And blesse him did our state restore,
that was our Gratious
King.
THE PROPHESIE O [...] OLD SYBILLA, WHICH SECRETLY [...]E TOLD TOM MILLA.
When
Scotlands hundreth and ninth unconquered King.
The sixteen hundred, thirty and ninth yeare,
Into his age of thirty nine shall Raigne,
Then shall the Papall overthrow appeare,
Which all the Arts of
Europe shall admire:
For
Scotland shall that blessed worke begin,
Then shall the Whore of
Babell, we had here,
Be banisht quite, which Bishops did bring in.
Then thou brave
England which was led so blinde,
By their perverse Episcopapall Pride,
And
Irelands shamelesse Superstitious sinne,
Shall be supprest, wh
[...] cruelly have cride;
So that that Sacred Prophetesse
Sybilla,
Shall shortly come to passe she tells
TOM MILLA;
And
TOM tells me, and I must tell't againe,
Through Scotland, England, Ireland, Fance and Spain.
Composed by TOM (
A. S.) MIL
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