Balaams ASSE Cudgeld: Or the Cry of TOWN and COUNTREY AGAINST Scandalous and Seditious Scriblers.
WHat ailes the
Asse? How comes the
Beast to whine?
Ha's a been bred among King
Pharaohs Kine?
Has the wet spring spoil'd all the Corn and Grasse?
[...]hat all the Countrey cannot keep an
Asse?
He cries for
bread, as if Duke
Humphrey's Ghost
This twenty years and more had been his
Host;
Will no man tic him up, but let him range,
Thus to disturb the
City and the
Change,
But this is a
R
[...]ligious Ass
[...], and cryes
"
O give him Bread of Life, or else he dyes.
A subtle Asse, for well 'tis understood
He even thinks as much of Heavenly Food
As the poor
Taylor, when he wants a
Roul
To fill his belly, thinks upon his
Soul.
You
Asse in boots, if
Cromwell or the
Rump
Had giv'n thee but a
Living, had been plump,
Thou would'st have blest 'em, and have been the man,
For maintenance to kisse the
Alcoran.
I know not where a
Homily is read
But, friend, a Homily is dainty bread.
[...]he
Brewers grains out of a nasty
Tub,
[...] fitter food for such a Swine or Cub.
Lawn Sleeves and
Cassocks cannot please the Gizard
Of this seditious scandalizing
Wizard;
Yet he pretends Canonical to be,
But
Bell and
Dragon is as much as
he.
Tis not the
Soul of this
seditious sinner
That makes him bite, his belly wants a dinner;
And there's a reason for it I can tell ye,
Sometimes
ill manners makes an
empty belly.
To throw
Seditious Scribles to the view
Of such a
sick and
giddy-headed crew,
As we have now amongst us, who by flirts
Change their Religions oftner than their shirts,
Does argue
one that doth employ his pate
To bring
confusion on the
Church and
State.
The naked
Indians would have scorn'd to be
So rudely barbarous to their
Bramini.
The Asse, that State malevolence doth brew,
Deserves a Bridle and a Halter too.
Are these the
men of God? Doth this behaviour
Adorn the
Gospel of our
God and
Saviour?
Religious Renegados! Who to patch
Their broken desperate fortunes, daily watch,
Another opportunity, to bring
A second ruine on the
Church and
King.
You closely jerk at learned
Laud, but see
All
Laud is given to God, all shame to thee:
Had he but seen thy
Crocodilian tears,
The
Hang-mans Cat had eat thy
Asses ears.
God save
King CHARLES, and keep him from the sleight
Of such
Reformers as in
Forty Eight.
Rob. Chamberlain.
LONDON, Printed for the Author. 1661.