Pohetica Stromata or A Collection of Sundry Peices in Poetry: Drawne by the known and approued Hand of R. C. [i.e. Richard Corbett] |
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THE DISTRACTED PURITANE |
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THE DISTRACTED PURITANE
Am I madd, o noble Festus,
When zeale and godly knowledge
Haue put mee in hope
To deale with the Pope,
As well as the best in the Colledge?
When zeale and godly knowledge
Haue put mee in hope
To deale with the Pope,
As well as the best in the Colledge?
Boldly I preach, hate a Crosse, hate a Surplice,
Miters, Copes, and Rotchets:
Come heare mee pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with Crotchets.
Miters, Copes, and Rotchets:
Come heare mee pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with Crotchets.
In the howse of pure Emanuel
I had my Education;
Where my friends surmise
I dazeld mine Eyes,
With the Light of Revelation.
I had my Education;
Where my friends surmise
I dazeld mine Eyes,
With the Light of Revelation.
Boldly I preach, &c.
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They bound mee like a Bedlam,
They lash't my foure poore quarters;
Whilst this I endure
Faith makes mee sure
To be One of Foxes Martyrs.
They lash't my foure poore quarters;
Whilst this I endure
Faith makes mee sure
To be One of Foxes Martyrs.
Boldly I preach, &c.
These iniuryes I suffer
Through Anti-Christs perswasions:
Take of this Chaine,
Neither Rome nor Spaine
Can resist my strong invasions.
Through Anti-Christs perswasions:
Take of this Chaine,
Neither Rome nor Spaine
Can resist my strong invasions.
Boldly I preach, &c.
Of the Beasts ten hornes (God blesse us)
I haue knock't of three allready:
If they let mee alone,
I'le leaue him none;
But they say I am too heady.
I haue knock't of three allready:
If they let mee alone,
I'le leaue him none;
But they say I am too heady.
Boldly I preach, &c.
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When I sack'd the Seaven-hilld Citty
I mett the great redd Dragon:
I kept him aloofe
With the armour of proofe,
Though here I haue never a rag on.
I mett the great redd Dragon:
I kept him aloofe
With the armour of proofe,
Though here I haue never a rag on.
Boldly I preach, &c.
With a fiery Sword and Targett
There fought I with this monster:
But the sonnes of pride
My zeale deride,
And all my deedes misconster.
There fought I with this monster:
But the sonnes of pride
My zeale deride,
And all my deedes misconster.
Boldly I preach, &c.
I unhorst the whore of Babel
With a Launce of Inspirations:
I made her stinke,
And spill her drinck
In the Cupp of Abominations.
With a Launce of Inspirations:
I made her stinke,
And spill her drinck
In the Cupp of Abominations.
Boldly I preach, &c.
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I haue seene two in a Vision,
With a Flying Booke betweene them:
I haue bin in dispaire
Fiue times a yeare,
And cur'd by reading Greenham.
With a Flying Booke betweene them:
I haue bin in dispaire
Fiue times a yeare,
And cur'd by reading Greenham.
Boldly I preach, &c.
I observ'd in Perkins Tables
The black Lines of Damnation:
Those crooked veines
Soe struck in my braines,
That I fear'd my Reprobation
The black Lines of Damnation:
Those crooked veines
Soe struck in my braines,
That I fear'd my Reprobation
Boldly I preach, &c.
In the holy tongue of Chanaan
I plac'd my chiefest pleasure:
Till I prickt my foote
With an Hebrew roote,
That I bledd beyond all measure.
I plac'd my chiefest pleasure:
Till I prickt my foote
With an Hebrew roote,
That I bledd beyond all measure.
Boldly I preach, &c.
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I appear'd before the Arch-Bishopp,
And all the high Commission:
I gaue him noe Grace,
But told him to his face
That he favour'd Superstition.
And all the high Commission:
I gaue him noe Grace,
But told him to his face
That he favour'd Superstition.
Boldly I preach, hate a Crosse, hate a Surplice,
Miters, Copes, and Rotchets:
Come heare mee pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with Crotchets.
Miters, Copes, and Rotchets:
Come heare mee pray nine times a day,
And fill your heads with Crotchets.
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