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Theophilus of Alexandria
Chrysostoms deadly foe flies quite away
From truth he taught when he this truth did fame
That God is not of humane shape or frame
Which did offend th'Egyptian Clownish munks
Anthropomorphites calld they stir their stumps
And on him come resolving he shall die
Unless he do his doctrine taught denie
This set him in the stocks. Life's a sweet thing
Rather than let it goe, bells backward ring
I'le bane this truth, and banish Origen
I'l an Anthropomorphite be like them
And teach their Doctrine vile, alas poor man
How dost thou sneake for feare? Barn Cat in pan?
Chrysostoms deadly foe flies quite away
From truth he taught when he this truth did fame
That God is not of humane shape or frame
Which did offend th'Egyptian Clownish munks
Anthropomorphites calld they stir their stumps
And on him come resolving he shall die
Unless he do his doctrine taught denie
This set him in the stocks. Life's a sweet thing
Rather than let it goe, bells backward ring
I'le bane this truth, and banish Origen
I'l an Anthropomorphite be like them
And teach their Doctrine vile, alas poor man
How dost thou sneake for feare? Barn Cat in pan?
But sin ne'er stops. His rage and pride swells o're
'Gainst Peter and against good Isidore
Two Elders of his Church whom his vile pate
Projecting tempts to Excommunicate
Peter because a Manichean he
Received to fellowship of Church did free
Without his knowledge. But this Charge so stout
Was proovd a lie his head had anvilld out.
And Isidore because he did display
The Greedy Worm of this plump Prelate gay
Reprooving him for building temple Walls
And garnishing the same with what the Calls
Of a Rich Noble Womans Will had made
A Legacy she'd for Poor folks out laid.
But Isidore him frumpt and told him plain
They were the better temples of the twain
And it was better to repare them with't
Than to adorn his Temples with this gift.
'Gainst Peter and against good Isidore
Two Elders of his Church whom his vile pate
Projecting tempts to Excommunicate
Peter because a Manichean he
Received to fellowship of Church did free
Without his knowledge. But this Charge so stout
Was proovd a lie his head had anvilld out.
And Isidore because he did display
The Greedy Worm of this plump Prelate gay
Reprooving him for building temple Walls
And garnishing the same with what the Calls
Of a Rich Noble Womans Will had made
A Legacy she'd for Poor folks out laid.
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They were the better temples of the twain
And it was better to repare them with't
Than to adorn his Temples with this gift.
His slanderous Tongue did strangly too belie
Dioscorus, Ammony, and Euseby
And Euthemy who did depart from him
Who in his Quine did forg a silver spring
By Usury and to the Moncks repare
In Scethis that more solitary are.
These Monks Anthropomorphics mostly were
To whom this tongue gives notice grieves to reare
Unto their Guess, that they did not imbrace
Their Doctrine, God like man had hands, Eyes, face
And other parts as Scripture shews, and hence
Did a mischievous War 'mongst them Commence.
Dioscorus, Ammony, and Euseby
And Euthemy who did depart from him
Who in his Quine did forg a silver spring
By Usury and to the Moncks repare
In Scethis that more solitary are.
These Monks Anthropomorphics mostly were
To whom this tongue gives notice grieves to reare
Unto their Guess, that they did not imbrace
Their Doctrine, God like man had hands, Eyes, face
And other parts as Scripture shews, and hence
Did a mischievous War 'mongst them Commence.
His sparks set Epiphanius of fame
Against Chrysostom in a firy flame
That as they parted each from each their tongues
Did thus syllabicate such gusts their Lungs
Did Ventilate. Old Epiphanius
Said he do hope thou shall not Bishop die
Said John I hope thou'lt enter not thine ile.
He di'de at sea in's way: John in Exile.
Against Chrysostom in a firy flame
That as they parted each from each their tongues
Did thus syllabicate such gusts their Lungs
Did Ventilate. Old Epiphanius
Said he do hope thou shall not Bishop die
Said John I hope thou'lt enter not thine ile.
He di'de at sea in's way: John in Exile.
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