 | A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford |  |
The Shine of Divine Truth
Sweet Truth I come into thy Quarters do
O let me kiss thy hand and view
The Splendor of thy Sun and show
Those beams that from it flew.
O let me kiss thy hand and view
The Splendor of thy Sun and show
Those beams that from it flew.
The Star dropt from the Heaven with the Key
Of th'boundless Pit, its doore unlockt
And now the Smoake doth Steam away
The aire with fogs hath Stockt.
Of th'boundless Pit, its doore unlockt
And now the Smoake doth Steam away
The aire with fogs hath Stockt.
The Smoake of Purgatory fire, and Mass
And Imageworship, pray'res unto
Angells and Saints with Romish trash
Makes darkness overflow.
And Imageworship, pray'res unto
Angells and Saints with Romish trash
Makes darkness overflow.
And in this Smoake the Spawn doth generate
The Egge is in the Egge poke nigh
Sheld over, not in Winde Egge State,
Some in the nest do ly.
The Egge is in the Egge poke nigh
Sheld over, not in Winde Egge State,
Some in the nest do ly.
And Some begin to drop: but nests are built
In e'ry Copse: the Spring comes on
And Locust quickly out will tilt
And fly apace therefrom.
In e'ry Copse: the Spring comes on
And Locust quickly out will tilt
And fly apace therefrom.
The Little horn is spouted up a loft
And doth through pride now fan the aire
Will any Crop him (nay Sir soft)
Oh! do it if you dare.
And doth through pride now fan the aire
Will any Crop him (nay Sir soft)
Oh! do it if you dare.
The Eastern Realm in Italy he outs
Breakes off the Long'bards by the Francks.
Two of the three Horns he ore Strouts
The third shall feele his prancks.
Breakes off the Long'bards by the Francks.
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The third shall feele his prancks.
The Scarlet Whore with Golden Cup in hand
Hath not it yet filld to the brim.
Her nose is stilling in it, and
Makes more filth in it swim.
Hath not it yet filld to the brim.
Her nose is stilling in it, and
Makes more filth in it swim.
The Christendom of Bells and Clocks do pearch
Upon its brim ready to drop
Into it but Greate Charles his birch
Did make it back thence hop.
Upon its brim ready to drop
Into it but Greate Charles his birch
Did make it back thence hop.
Greg'ry the Seconds Skeg the juyce in't slips
Of Unallegienceation first.
A Consecrated Sponge forth trips
From Greg'ry tersh, and burst.
Of Unallegienceation first.
A Consecrated Sponge forth trips
From Greg'ry tersh, and burst.
And Zacharias that rank Sodomite
Dropt this strong Spirit in thereto
In th'Name of th'Trinity aright
Church Consecrations go.
Dropt this strong Spirit in thereto
In th'Name of th'Trinity aright
Church Consecrations go.
He plumpt herein the Popes Unswaring Power
Which all the World calls Perjury.
Unemporizings and Unkingings Shower
Out of his Cloudy Sky.
Which all the World calls Perjury.
Unemporizings and Unkingings Shower
Out of his Cloudy Sky.
And a King making Realm translating knack
He Squeezd herein. Oh juycy Crab.
Untried lard for bats did Crack
His points with a male drab.
He Squeezd herein. Oh juycy Crab.
Untried lard for bats did Crack
His points with a male drab.
From Stephen Persh Pope Zachary's Knag there falls
This Spice in't that on Each Lords day
Sung by Seven weekly Cardinalls
Glor'in Excellis bee.
This Spice in't that on Each Lords day
Sung by Seven weekly Cardinalls
Glor'in Excellis bee.
Leo the third's drop comes, he Constitutes
Saint Lignums day out of whose side,
The very blood of Christ forth shoots
When Jews it Crucifide.
Saint Lignums day out of whose side,
The very blood of Christ forth shoots
When Jews it Crucifide.
His Constitution too of Frankincense
Cast on the Altars Pagan like.
Puts in this Cup. And by such pence
If not yet, soon will strike.
Cast on the Altars Pagan like.
Puts in this Cup. And by such pence
If not yet, soon will strike.
These drops unto the former in the Cup
Of Filthy Whordoms fall, which shee,
Brings to her Kings and they must sup
The Same who do her fee[.]
Of Filthy Whordoms fall, which shee,
Brings to her Kings and they must sup
The Same who do her fee[.]
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The ten Kings Sacrifice to her their Power.
Englands, France, Italies, and Spains.
Into his Clinck their Swords do skoure.
She hates their splendid rains[.]
Englands, France, Italies, and Spains.
Into his Clinck their Swords do skoure.
She hates their splendid rains[.]
Iva doth grease her fist with Peter Pence.
French kings are birds of her own feather.
The Goth of Spain proove her defence
And Italy's her Teather.
French kings are birds of her own feather.
The Goth of Spain proove her defence
And Italy's her Teather.
She Charles the Great Dubs Emperor of Rome
And in his Forehead set this Star
MOST CHRISTIAN KING Which Star doth bloom
On all his Stems thus far.
And in his Forehead set this Star
MOST CHRISTIAN KING Which Star doth bloom
On all his Stems thus far.
All Kings accept her Mark Her whordoms all
Subject unto: her trash doth run
Over all Kingdoms. Great and Small,
Bath in her Shining Sun.
Subject unto: her trash doth run
Over all Kingdoms. Great and Small,
Bath in her Shining Sun.
She now Change Genders doth. She now grows Hee.
Is Lord of Lords: and King of Kings.
Plucks off Whose Crown she lists, a fee
She to her bantlings flings.
Is Lord of Lords: and King of Kings.
Plucks off Whose Crown she lists, a fee
She to her bantlings flings.
Poor Chilperick's Step'd in her Cuckow Cage,
A golden Crown's a Shavling made.
Nay many Princes of this age
Take up a monkish trade.
A golden Crown's a Shavling made.
Nay many Princes of this age
Take up a monkish trade.
Cages for whom Great Charles as many build
As letters in the Alphabet
With noble Stipends did them guild,
Here Abby Lubbers get.
As letters in the Alphabet
With noble Stipends did them guild,
Here Abby Lubbers get.
But now this horn advanc'd above the Stars
Sits in Gods throne as thronde therein.
Disturb him though a Star, he arrs
His Sacred Chops will grin.
Sits in Gods throne as thronde therein.
Disturb him though a Star, he arrs
His Sacred Chops will grin.
Great things his mouth lets fly He'l at you fling
His thundering Anathemaes.
Thus serv'd he Thassilo the king
That wore Bavarias bayes.
His thundering Anathemaes.
Thus serv'd he Thassilo the king
That wore Bavarias bayes.
But this is Gentle dealing. Worse he thumpd
The Eastern Emperours about
About their Ears when them he mumpd
Unchurcht, unempird out.
The Eastern Emperours about
About their Ears when them he mumpd
Unchurcht, unempird out.
Nay Kings now count it honour did to kiss,
His petty toes. What pride is here?
But Glorious Truth foretold all this
And hence she shines out cleare.
His petty toes. What pride is here?
But Glorious Truth foretold all this
And hence she shines out cleare.
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When lyes thus smoother truth, that Truth should shine:
And Falshood Choake? What wonder's here?
That Lyes which banish Truth Divine
Should hand it in all Clear?
And Falshood Choake? What wonder's here?
That Lyes which banish Truth Divine
Should hand it in all Clear?
Yet thus it is, whence let us it adore,
Which through dark Clouds doth shine so light.
And thus this Century dark, all ore
Spangld with Glory bright.
Which through dark Clouds doth shine so light.
And thus this Century dark, all ore
Spangld with Glory bright.
| A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford | |