All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted |
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A Separatist.
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A Separatist.
The Argvment.
Here earth and hell haue made a false commixion,Of painted zeale, and holinesse, and loue:
Of Faith, of Hope, of Charity, (in fiction)
Jn smoake and shadowes as the fruits doe proue,
Hypocrisie, which long prayers doth repeate,
Deuoureth Widowes, and poore Orphans cheate.
Now enters next to play his Oylie part
A Saint in tongue, but a rough diuell in heart:
One that so smoothly swallowes his prey downe,
Without wrath shewne, or any seeming frowne.
You'd thinke him when he does't, in a Psalme,
Or at his prayers, hee's so milde and calme:
No noyse, no trouble to his conscience cryes,
For he deuoures his prey with heau'd vp eyes.
Stands most demurely swallowing downe his bit:
And lickes his lips with long grace after it.
This Bell wether (sit reu'rence) leades the flocke,
After his sence grafted in errours stocke.
This reu'rend Barrabas, a Button-maker,
Himselfe with trusty Demas his partaker,
Meets with their Brethren, Chore, Abiram, Dathan,
And tearme our Church the Synagogue of Sathan.
Wise Balaam, Nabal, Esau, Ismael,
Tertullus, Theudas, and Achitophel,
Phygellus, Himeneus, and Philetus,
(A crew of turne-coates that desire to cheat vs)
These fellowes with their ample folio graces,
With mumping chaps, and counterfeited faces,
Though they like shotten herrings are to see,
Yet such tall Souldiers of their teeth they be,
That two of them like greedie Cormorants,
Deuoures more then sixe honest Protestants.
When priuately a sister and a brother
Doe meet, there's dainty doings with each other:
There's no delay, they ne're stand shall I shall I,
Hermogenes with Dallila doth dally:
And Simei with Saphira will dispute,
That nine moneths after she doth beare the fruite.
When Zimri kissing Iezabel doth greet,
And Cozbi with her brother Cham, oh sweet,
'Tis fit to trye (their humors to refresh)
A Combate twixt the spirit and the flesh:
Prouided that they doe it secretly,
So that the wicked not the same espy:
These youths deride the Surplesse, Crosse and Ring,
The knee at Sacrament or any thing
The Church holds Reuerend, and to testifie
Their bastardy, the Fathers they deny.
And of themselues they frame Religions new,
Which Christ and his Apostles neuer knew;
And with vntemper'd morter of their owne,
They build a Church to all good men vnknowne,
Railes at the Harmonious Organs, and the Coape.
Yet in each Church of theirs, they raise a Pope,
Cals it the badge of Antichristian drosse,
When they see butter printed with the Crosse:
And yet for coine they'l any man beguile,
For when they tell it, they turne vp the pile,
Vpon the Sabbath, they'l no Physicke take,
Lest it should worke, and so the Sabbath breake.
They hate to see a Church-man ride (who so)
Because that Christ bad his Apostles goe.
Against our Churches all, they haue exclaim'd,
Because by Saints names most of them are nam'd:
If these new Saints, no old Saints will abide,
From Christendome they must, or run, or ride.
Saint George from England chases them away,
Saint Andrew doth in Scotland beare like sway:
From Ireland good Saint Patricke them will banish,
Saint Dennis out of France will make them vanish:
Saint Iames will force them out of Spaine to fly,
So will Saint Anthony from Italy,
And last of all (whom I had halfe forgot)
Saint Dauy out of Wales will make them trot.
And what vngodly place can harbour then,
These fugitiue vnnaturall Englishmen:
Except that with the Turke or Infidell,
Or on, or in the Sea, they meane to dwell,
That if in lesser roome they may be cram'd,
And liue and dye at Amster and be dam'd,
And sure I hold some Romane Catholikes
Much better then these selfe-wild Scismatickes,
For Papists haue good affability,
And some haue learning, most haue Charity,
Except a Iesuit, whom I thinke a man,
May tearme a right Papistick Puritan.
And for the Sep'ratist I justly call,
A Scismatick Jmpuritanicall.
But yet the Jesuit's constant in his mind,
The Scismatick is waueringly inclin'd.
Besides he thinkes whilst he on earth doth liue.
'Tis charitie to take and not to giue.
There are sort of men which conscience make,
Of what they say, or doe, or vndertake:
Who neither will dissemble, sweare, or lye,
Who to good ends their actions all apply,
Who keepe the Sabbath, and relieue the poore,
According to their portions and their store:
And these good people some men doe backbite
And call them Puritanes, in scorne and spight,
But let all know that doe abuse them so,
That for them is reseru'd a fearefull wo;
I loue and reuerence onely beare to such,
And those that here inuectiuely I touch
Are Birds whose Consciences are more vncleane
Then any Cormorant was e're knowne or seene:
Ile stand to'th censure of all honest men,
If they disproue me, Ile ne're write agen.
A Saint in tongue, but a rough diuell in heart:
One that so smoothly swallowes his prey downe,
Without wrath shewne, or any seeming frowne.
You'd thinke him when he does't, in a Psalme,
Or at his prayers, hee's so milde and calme:
No noyse, no trouble to his conscience cryes,
For he deuoures his prey with heau'd vp eyes.
Stands most demurely swallowing downe his bit:
And lickes his lips with long grace after it.
This Bell wether (sit reu'rence) leades the flocke,
After his sence grafted in errours stocke.
This reu'rend Barrabas, a Button-maker,
Himselfe with trusty Demas his partaker,
Meets with their Brethren, Chore, Abiram, Dathan,
And tearme our Church the Synagogue of Sathan.
Wise Balaam, Nabal, Esau, Ismael,
Tertullus, Theudas, and Achitophel,
Phygellus, Himeneus, and Philetus,
(A crew of turne-coates that desire to cheat vs)
These fellowes with their ample folio graces,
With mumping chaps, and counterfeited faces,
Though they like shotten herrings are to see,
Yet such tall Souldiers of their teeth they be,
That two of them like greedie Cormorants,
Deuoures more then sixe honest Protestants.
When priuately a sister and a brother
Doe meet, there's dainty doings with each other:
There's no delay, they ne're stand shall I shall I,
Hermogenes with Dallila doth dally:
And Simei with Saphira will dispute,
That nine moneths after she doth beare the fruite.
When Zimri kissing Iezabel doth greet,
And Cozbi with her brother Cham, oh sweet,
'Tis fit to trye (their humors to refresh)
A Combate twixt the spirit and the flesh:
Prouided that they doe it secretly,
So that the wicked not the same espy:
These youths deride the Surplesse, Crosse and Ring,
The knee at Sacrament or any thing
The Church holds Reuerend, and to testifie
Their bastardy, the Fathers they deny.
And of themselues they frame Religions new,
Which Christ and his Apostles neuer knew;
And with vntemper'd morter of their owne,
They build a Church to all good men vnknowne,
Railes at the Harmonious Organs, and the Coape.
Yet in each Church of theirs, they raise a Pope,
Cals it the badge of Antichristian drosse,
When they see butter printed with the Crosse:
And yet for coine they'l any man beguile,
For when they tell it, they turne vp the pile,
Vpon the Sabbath, they'l no Physicke take,
Lest it should worke, and so the Sabbath breake.
They hate to see a Church-man ride (who so)
Because that Christ bad his Apostles goe.
Against our Churches all, they haue exclaim'd,
Because by Saints names most of them are nam'd:
If these new Saints, no old Saints will abide,
From Christendome they must, or run, or ride.
Saint George from England chases them away,
Saint Andrew doth in Scotland beare like sway:
From Ireland good Saint Patricke them will banish,
Saint Dennis out of France will make them vanish:
Saint Iames will force them out of Spaine to fly,
So will Saint Anthony from Italy,
And last of all (whom I had halfe forgot)
Saint Dauy out of Wales will make them trot.
And what vngodly place can harbour then,
These fugitiue vnnaturall Englishmen:
Except that with the Turke or Infidell,
Or on, or in the Sea, they meane to dwell,
That if in lesser roome they may be cram'd,
And liue and dye at Amster and be dam'd,
And sure I hold some Romane Catholikes
Much better then these selfe-wild Scismatickes,
For Papists haue good affability,
And some haue learning, most haue Charity,
Except a Iesuit, whom I thinke a man,
May tearme a right Papistick Puritan.
And for the Sep'ratist I justly call,
A Scismatick Jmpuritanicall.
But yet the Jesuit's constant in his mind,
The Scismatick is waueringly inclin'd.
Besides he thinkes whilst he on earth doth liue.
'Tis charitie to take and not to giue.
There are sort of men which conscience make,
Of what they say, or doe, or vndertake:
Who neither will dissemble, sweare, or lye,
Who to good ends their actions all apply,
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According to their portions and their store:
And these good people some men doe backbite
And call them Puritanes, in scorne and spight,
But let all know that doe abuse them so,
That for them is reseru'd a fearefull wo;
I loue and reuerence onely beare to such,
And those that here inuectiuely I touch
Are Birds whose Consciences are more vncleane
Then any Cormorant was e're knowne or seene:
Ile stand to'th censure of all honest men,
If they disproue me, Ile ne're write agen.
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