 | A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford |  |
For Saints appearing, and giving Commands. etc.
James Son of Zebedee did thrice appeare
To Charles, and bad him go and his Spain where
He lay at rest: from Saracens all free
And he should Crownd be with Eternall glee.
To Charles, and bad him go and his Spain where
He lay at rest: from Saracens all free
And he should Crownd be with Eternall glee.
Pope Stephen said Saint Denyse to him Came
And him restor'd to health, and bad him frame
An Abtin in the Abby Paris hath
To honour God, Peter, and Paul, he saith.
And him restor'd to health, and bad him frame
An Abtin in the Abby Paris hath
To honour God, Peter, and Paul, he saith.
When Luitprand Augustine's Relicks would
From Sardine bring to Ticine's Charrot could
Not be on drawn by force, nor Skill untill
He on Augustine calld saying I will
This Village where I stay bestow on those
That are thy Priests: and on the Charrot goes.
A Nun saw in a Transe a woman slip
Among them then below dropt in Hells pit,
Redeemed thence by Mass, and said the Mass
For Souls so packing very usefull was.
The Pope or Bishop, Euchary is said
To see Charles Martills Soul in hell, who made
Havock of Churches goods to mannage wars.
They op't his Grave and a great Snake there stirs.
Greg'ry the third Unto Duke Eudo sent
Three Consecrated Sponges, to his tent.
Hee Cut them all in bit[s], and gave them to
His Host, that out gainst Saracens did go.
And none that had thereof was slain, or hurt,
Hence Consecrated things for Safeguards spurt.
These hellish lies my Pen doth ake to shew.
Patience doth bleed to finde them spoke as true.
One more I'le mention not without a Smile,
Beholding how their pens they thus defile.
When at Gangulfe his funerall, the Sick
By touching of his Heirse were heald, out skip
A Maid doth and tells to his wife the thing,
Who thus repli'd, My bum as well doth Sing
As doth my Husband wonders worke, and lo
As long as life did last, as stories go,
She had a pair of bagpipes in her bum
Which made wind musick when she usd her tongue
And Pipin calling of the Woman found
The thing was true. So Gangulfe's Fame doth sound.
From Sardine bring to Ticine's Charrot could
Not be on drawn by force, nor Skill untill
He on Augustine calld saying I will
This Village where I stay bestow on those
That are thy Priests: and on the Charrot goes.
A Nun saw in a Transe a woman slip
Among them then below dropt in Hells pit,
Redeemed thence by Mass, and said the Mass
For Souls so packing very usefull was.
The Pope or Bishop, Euchary is said
To see Charles Martills Soul in hell, who made
Havock of Churches goods to mannage wars.
They op't his Grave and a great Snake there stirs.
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Three Consecrated Sponges, to his tent.
Hee Cut them all in bit[s], and gave them to
His Host, that out gainst Saracens did go.
And none that had thereof was slain, or hurt,
Hence Consecrated things for Safeguards spurt.
These hellish lies my Pen doth ake to shew.
Patience doth bleed to finde them spoke as true.
One more I'le mention not without a Smile,
Beholding how their pens they thus defile.
When at Gangulfe his funerall, the Sick
By touching of his Heirse were heald, out skip
A Maid doth and tells to his wife the thing,
Who thus repli'd, My bum as well doth Sing
As doth my Husband wonders worke, and lo
As long as life did last, as stories go,
She had a pair of bagpipes in her bum
Which made wind musick when she usd her tongue
And Pipin calling of the Woman found
The thing was true. So Gangulfe's Fame doth sound.
Well to Conclude by what is said, wee say
Those are all dipt in Errours who display
Such things as these, and though they others curst,
For Heresies, the Worst Theefe Cries thief first
But, oh the Patience! while these things thus run
Its Glory hence out shines the Shining Sun.
Those are all dipt in Errours who display
Such things as these, and though they others curst,
For Heresies, the Worst Theefe Cries thief first
But, oh the Patience! while these things thus run
Its Glory hence out shines the Shining Sun.
| A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford | |