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A Letany delivered, Jan. 1, 1659. to a Friend as a New-Years Gift.
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A Letany delivered, Jan. 1, 1659. to a Friend as a New-Years Gift.
From All, and more then I have written here,
I wish protection to you this New Year.
I wish protection to you this New Year.
From those who for self-ends would All betray,
From those new Saints that pistol when they pray;
From flattering features with infernal souls,
From Reformation, such as pull'd down Pauls;
From Church-land purchasers, from Town betrayers,
From Weaving Preachers, and Extemp're Prayers;
From blood, and something else that I could tell ye on,
From Pulpit blasphemy and bold Rebellion;
From new false Teachers which betray the old,
From those that turn the Gospel into Gold:
From that black Pack where Clubs are alwayes trump,
From bodies Politick, and from the Rump;
From those that ruine where they should repair,
From those that cut off heads instead of hair;
From twelve moneths Taxes and abortive Votes,
From chargeable Nurse children in Red Coats;
From such as sell their souls to save their Summs,
From City Charters that make heads for Drums;
From City Saints whose Annagram is Stains,
From plots, and being choak'd with our own chains;
From zeal that wants both Piety and Knowledge,
From the hot Disputants in Gresham Colledge;
From Coblers which ascend to Council Tables,
From dens of thieves, from Churches turn'd to Stables;
From these and ten times more like to ensue,
We humbly pray, Good Lord deliver you.
From those new Saints that pistol when they pray;
From flattering features with infernal souls,
From Reformation, such as pull'd down Pauls;
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From Weaving Preachers, and Extemp're Prayers;
From blood, and something else that I could tell ye on,
From Pulpit blasphemy and bold Rebellion;
From new false Teachers which betray the old,
From those that turn the Gospel into Gold:
From that black Pack where Clubs are alwayes trump,
From bodies Politick, and from the Rump;
From those that ruine where they should repair,
From those that cut off heads instead of hair;
From twelve moneths Taxes and abortive Votes,
From chargeable Nurse children in Red Coats;
From such as sell their souls to save their Summs,
From City Charters that make heads for Drums;
From City Saints whose Annagram is Stains,
From plots, and being choak'd with our own chains;
From zeal that wants both Piety and Knowledge,
From the hot Disputants in Gresham Colledge;
From Coblers which ascend to Council Tables,
From dens of thieves, from Churches turn'd to Stables;
From these and ten times more like to ensue,
We humbly pray, Good Lord deliver you.
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