A SATYRE. THE PURITAN AND THE PAPIST.
By a Scholler in Oxford.
Printed in the Yeare M.DC.XLIII.
A Satyre. THE PVRITAN AND THE PAPIST.
SO two rude
waves, by stormes together throwne,
Roare at each other, fight, and then grow
one.
Religion is a
Circle; men contend,
And runne the round in dispute without end.
Now in a
Circle who goe contrary,
Must at the last
meet of necessity.
The
Roman to advance the
Catholicke cause
Allowes a
Lie, and calls it
Pia Fraus.
The
Puritan approves and does the same,
Dislikes nought in it but the
Latin name.
He flowes with these devises, and dares
ly
In very
deed, in
truth, and
verity.
He whines, and sighes out
Lies, with so much ruth,
As if he griev'd, 'cause he could ne're speake truth.
Lies have possest the
Presse so, as their due,
'Twill scarcely, 'I feare, henceforth print
Bibles true.
Lies for their next strong Fort ha'th'
Pulpit chose,
There throng out at the
Preachers mouth, and
nose.
And how e're grosse, are certaine to beguile
The poore
Booke-turners of the
middle Isle.
[Page 2]Nay to th'
Almighty's selfe they have beene bold
To
ly, and their blasphemous
Minister told
They might say false to
God, for if they were
Beaten, he knew't not, for he was not there.
But
God, who their great
thankefulnesse did see,
Rewards them straight with another
Victorie,
Just such another at
Brainceford; and san's doubt.
Will
weary er't be long their
gratitude out.
Not all the
Legends of the
Saints of old,
Not vast
Baronius, nor sly
Surius hold
Such plenty of apparent
Lies, as are
In your one
Author, Io. Browne Cleric. Par.
Besides what your small
Poets have said, or writ.
Brookes, Strode, and the
Baron of the
Saw-pit:
With many a
Mentall Reservation,
You'le maintaine
Liberty, Reserv'd [your owne.]
For th' publique good the summes rais'd you'le disburse;
Reserv'd, [The greater part for your owne purse.]
You'le root the
Cavaliers out, every man;
Faith, let it be
reserv'd here; [
If yee can.]
You'le make our gracious CHARLES, a
glorious King;
Reserv'd [in
Heaven,] for thither ye would bring
His Royall Head; the onely secure roome
For
glorious Kings, whither
you'le never come.
To keepe the estates o'th' Subjects you pretend;
Reserv'd [in your owne
Trunkes;] you will defend
The
Church of
England, 'tis your
Protestation;
But that's
New-England, by'a small
Reservation.
Power of dispensing
Oaths the
Papists claime;
Case hath got leave
o' God, to doe the same.
For you doe hate all
swearing so, that when
You have sworne an
Oath, ye
breake it streight agen.
A Curse upon you! which hurts most these Nations,
Cavaliers swearing, or your
Protestations?
Nay, though
Oaths by you be so much abhorr'd,
Ye allow
God damne me in the
Puritan Lord.
They keepe the
Bible from
Lay-men, but ye▪
Avoid this, for ye have no
Laytie ▪
[Page 3]They in a forraigne, and unknowne
tongue pray.
You in an unknowne
sence your prayers say:
So that this difference 'twixt ye does ensue,
Fooles understand not
them, nor
Wise men you.
They an unprofitable zeale have got,
Of invocating
Saints that heare them not.
'Twere well you did so; nought may more be fear'd
In your fond prayers, then that they should be heard.
To them your
Non-sence well enough might passe,
They'd ne're see that i'th'
Divine Looking-glasse:
Nay, whether you'de worship
Saints is not yet knowne,
For ye'have as yet of your
Religion none.
They by
good-workes thinke to be
justified,
You into the same errour deeper slide;
You thinke by
workes too
justified to be,
And those
ill workes, Lies, Treason, Perjurie.
But oh your
faith is mighty, that hath beene,
As true
faith ought to be, of things
unseene.
At
Worc'ster, Brainceford, and
Edge hill, we see,
Onely by
faith you'have gotten
victory.
Such is your
faith, and some such
unseene way
The
publique faith at last your
debts will pay.
They hold
free-will (that nought their soules may bind)
As the great
Priviledge of all
mankind.
You're here more
moderate, for 'tis your intent,
To make't a
Priv'ledge but of
Parliament.
They forbid
Priests to marry; you worse doe,
Their
Marriage you allow, yet punish too:
For you'de make
Priests so poore, that upon all
Who
marry, scorne and
beggery must fall.
They a bold power o're sacred
Scriptures take,
Blot out some Clauses, and some new ones make.
Your great
Lord Iesuite Brookes publiquely said,
(
Brookes whom too
little learning hath made
mad)
That to correct the
Creed ye should doe well,
And blot out
Christs descending into Hell.
Repent wild man, or you'le ne're change, I feare,
The
sentence of your
owne descending there.
[Page 4]Yet modestly they use the
Creed, for they
Would take the
Lords prayer Root and Branch away.
And wisely said a
Levit of our nation,
The
Lords Prayer was a
Popish Innovation.
Take heed, you'le grant ere long it should be said,
An't be but to desire your
daily Bread,
They keepe the
people ignorant, and you
Keepe both the
People, and yourselves so too.
They
blind obedience and
blind duty teach;
You
blind Rebellion and
blind faction preach.
Nor can I blame you much, that yee advance
That which can onely save yee,
Ignorance;
Though Heaven be praysed, t'has oft beene proved well
Your
Ignorance is not
Invincible.
Nay such bold lies to
God him selfe yee vaunt,
As if you'd faine keepe
him too
ignorant.
Limbus and
Purgatory they beleive
For lesser
sinners, that is, I conceive,
Malignants onely; you this Tricke does please,
For the same Cause ye' have made new
Limbuses,
Where we may ly imprison'd long ere we
A
day of
Iudgement in your Courts shall see.
But
Pym can like the
Pope with this dispence;
And for a
Bribe deliver
Soules from thence.
Their
Councels claime
Infallibility,
Such must your
Conventicle-synod be;
And Teachers from all Parts of th'Earth yee call,
To mak't a
Councell Oecumenicall.
They sev'rall times appoint from meats t'abstaine;
You now for th'
Irish warres a
Fast ordaine;
And that that Kingdome might be sure to
fast
Yee take a Course to
sterve them all at last.
Nay though yee keepe no
Eves, Fridayes, nor
Lent,
Not to dresse meate on
Sundayes you're Content;
Then you repeat, repeat, and pray, and pray;
Your
Teeth keepe
Sabboth, and
Tongues working day.
They preserve
Reliques; you have few or none,
Unlesse the
Clout sent to
Iohn Pym be one.
A
Relique in her
wombe before she married.
They in succeeding
Peter take a Pride;
So doe you; for your Master ye'have denyed.
But cheifely
Peters Priviledge yee choose,
At your own wills to
bind and to
unloose.
He was a
Fisherman; you may be so too,
When nothing but your
ships are left to you.
He went to
Rome, to
Rome you
Backward ride,
(Though both your goings are by some denyed.)
Nor i'st a Contradiction, if we say.
You goe to
Rome the
quite Contrary way;
He dy'd o'the
Crosse; that death's unusuall now;
The
Gallowes is most like't, and that's for you.
They musicke love i'th
Church; it offends your sence,
And therefore yee have
sung it out from thence,
Which shewes, if right your mind be understood,
You hate it not as
Musicke, but as
Good.
Your madnesse makes you
sing, as much as they
Dance, who are bit with a
Tarantula.
But do not to your selves (alas) appeare
The most
Religious Traitors that ere were,
Because your Troopes
singing of
Psalmes do goe;
Ther's many a Traytor has marcht
Holbourn so.
Nor was't your wit this holy project bore;
Tweed and the
Tyne has seene those Trickes before.
They of strange
Miracles and wonders tell,
You are your selves a kind of
Miracle;
Even such a miracle as in writ divine
We read o'th
Devills hurrying downe the
Swine.
They have made
Images to
speake, 'tis said,
You a dull
Image have your
Speaker made;
And that your bounty in
offerings might abound,
Y'have to that
Idoll giv'n six thousand pound,
They
drive out Devills, they say; here yee begin
To differ, I confesse; you
let them in.
They maintaine
Transubstantiation;
You by a
Contrary Philosophers stone,
[Page 6]To
Transubstantiate Mettalls, have the skill;
And turne the Kingdomes
Gold to
I'ron and
Steele.
I'th'
Sacrament yee agree not, but 'tis noted,
Bread must be
Flesh, Wine Bloud, if ere't be
voted.
They make the
Pope their
Head, you exalt for him
Primate and
Metropolitane, Master
Pym;
Nay,
White, who sits in the
Infallible Chaire,
And most
Infallibly speakes
Non-sence there:
Nay
Cromwell, Pury, Whistler, Sir
Iohn Wray,
He who does say, and say, and say, and say.
Nay
Lowry, who does new
Church-Gover'ment wish,
And
Prophesies, like
Ionas, midst the
Fish.
Who can such various businesse wisely sway,
And handle
Herrings, and
Bishops in one day.
Nay all your
Preachers, Women, Boyes, or Men,
From
Master Calamy, to
Mistresse Ven,
Are perfect
Popes in their owne
Parish growne;
For to outdoe the story of
Pope Ione:
Your
Women preach too, and are like to bee
The
Whores of
Babylon, as much as
Shee.
They
depose Kings by force; by force you'de doe it.
But first use faire meanes to
perswade them to it.
They dare
kill Kings; now 'twixt ye here's the strife,
That you dare
shoot at
Kings, to
save their
life.
And what's the difference, 'pray, whether he fall
By the
Popes Bull or your
Oxe Generall?
Three Kingdomes thus ye strive to make your owne;
And, like the
Pope, usurpe a
Triple Crowne.
Such is your
Faith, such your
Religion;
Let's view your
manners now, and then I ha'done.
Your
Covetousnesse let gasping
Ireland tell,
Where first the
Irish Lands, and next ye
sell
The
English Bloud; and raise
Rebellion here,
With that which should suppresse, and quench it there.
What mighty summes have ye squeez'd out o'th'
City?
Enough to make 'em
poore, and
something witty.
Excise, Loanes, Contributions, Pole-moneys,
Bribes, Plunder, and such
Parliament Priviledges,
[Page 7]Are words which you'le ne're learne in holy Writ,
'Till the
Spirit and your
Synod ha's mended it.
Where's all the
Twentieth part now, which hath beene
Paid you by some, to forfeit the
Nineteene?
Where's all the
Goods distrain'd, and
Plunders past?
For you're growne wretched,
pilfering knaves at last;
Descend to
Brasse and
Pewter; till of late,
Like
Midas, all ye
toucht, must needs be
Plate.
By what vast hopes is your
Ambition fed?
'Tis writ in
bloud, and may be plainly read.
You must have
Places, and the Kingdome sway;
The
King must be a
Ward to your
Lord Say.
Your innocent
Speaker to the
Rolles must rise,
Six thousand pound hath made him
proud and
wise.
Kimbolton for his Fathers place doth call;
Would be
like him; would he were,
face and all.
Isaack would alwayes be
Lord Mayor, and so
May alwayes be, as much as he is now.
For the
Five Members, they so richly thrive,
They'le but continue alwayes
Members Five.
Onely
Pym doth his
naturall right enforce,
By the
Mothers side he's
Master of the
Horse.
Most shall have
Places by these popular tricks,
The rest must be content with
Bishopricks.
For 'tis 'gainst
Superstition your intent,
First to root out that
great Church Ornament,
Money and
Lands; your swords, alas, are drawne,
Against the
Bishop, not his
Cap, or
Lawne.
O let not such loud
Sacriledge begin,
Tempted by
Henries rich successefull sinne.
Henry the
Monster King of all that age;
Wilde in his
Lust, and wilder in his
Rage.
Expect not you his Fate, though
Hotham thrives
In imitating
Henries tricke for
Wives,
Nor fewer
Churches hopes then
Wives to see
Buried, and then their
Lands his owne to bee.
[Page 8]Ye boundlesse
Tyranes, how doe you outvy
Th'
Athenian Thirty, Romes Dec
[...]mviri?
In Rage, Injustice, Cruelty as farre
Above those men, as you in
number are.
What
Mysteries of
Iniquity doe we see?
New
Prisons made to defend
Libertie;
Where without cause, some are undone, some dy,
Like men
bewitcht, they know not
how, nor
why.
Our
Goods forc'd from us for
Propriety's sake;
And all the
Reall Non-sence which ye make.
Ship-money was unjustly ta'ne, ye say;
Unjustlier farre you take the
Ships away.
The
High-Commission you calld Tyrannie,
Ye did; Good God! what is the
High-Committee?
Ye said that
gifts and
bribes Preferments bought,
By
Money and
Bloud too, they now are sought.
To the
Kings will the
Lawes men strove to draw;
The
Subjects will is now become the
Law.
'Twas fear'd a
New Religion would begin;
All new Religions now are entred in.
The King
Delinquents to protect did strive;
What Clubs, Pikes, Halberts, Lighters, sav'd the Five?
You thinke the
Parliament, like
your State of
Grace,
What ever sinnes men doe, they keepe their place.
Invasions then were fear'd against the
State,
And
Strode swore that last yeare would be'
Eighty-Eight.
You bring in Forraine aid to your designes;
First those great
Forraine Forces of
Divines,
With which Ships from
America were fraught;
Rather may
stinking Tobacco still be brought
From thence, I say; next ye the
Scots invite,
Which ye terme
Brotherly Assistan
[...]e right;
For with them you intend
England to share:
They, who, alas, but
younger Brothers are,
Must have the
Monies for their
Portion;
The
Houses and the
Lands will be your
owne.
[Page 9]We thanke ye for the
wounds which we endure,
Whil'st
scratches and slight pricks ye seeke to
sure.
We thanke ye for
true reall feares at last,
Which free us from so many
false ones past.
We thanke ye for the
Bloud which
fats our
Coast,
(That fatall debt paid to great
Straffords Ghost.)
We thanke ye for the ills receiv'd, and all
Which by your
diligence in good time we shall.
We thanke ye, and our
gratitude's as great
As
yours, when you thank'd
God for being
[...]eat.
A. C.
FINIS.