Times Anotomie Containing The poore mans plaint, Brittons trouble, and her triumph. The Popes pride, Romes treasons, and her destruction: Affirming, That Gog, and Magog, both shall perish, the Church of Christ shall flourish, Iudeas race shall be restored, and the manner how this mightie worke shall be accomplished. Made by Robert Pricket, a Souldier: and dedicated to all the Lords of his Maiesties most honourable priuie Councell |
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A Song of reioycing for our late deliuerance.
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A Song of reioycing for our late deliuerance.
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Brittons Ile, worlds wonder, heauens delight,
Religions strength, faiths seate, professions stay:
Confirmd, mayntaynd, vpheld, in hels despight,
That still in thee, saluation florish may.
Thy King suruiues, and on Mount Sion standes,
Protected safe, from force of traytors handes.
Religions strength, faiths seate, professions stay:
Confirmd, mayntaynd, vpheld, in hels despight,
That still in thee, saluation florish may.
Thy King suruiues, and on Mount Sion standes,
Protected safe, from force of traytors handes.
Thy Queene, thy Prince, thy Peeres, and Princely state,
Thy Lords, thy Bishopps, Knights, and Burgesses:
God hath preseru'd from Romes intestiue hate,
A suddaine flame, should haue consum'd, all these.
Romes traytors now, so to the world are knowne,
As treasons Mine, hath Rome, and them vp blowne.
Thy Lords, thy Bishopps, Knights, and Burgesses:
God hath preseru'd from Romes intestiue hate,
A suddaine flame, should haue consum'd, all these.
Romes traytors now, so to the world are knowne,
As treasons Mine, hath Rome, and them vp blowne.
Falshood, hells childe, in hel darke Pathes doth treade,
To hide it selfe, from truthes discerning eye:
But traytors, God will to destruction leade,
They cannot liue, from iudgements stroke to flye.
Treason is like, the Baziliske his eyes,
First seeing, kills, first being seene, it dies.
To hide it selfe, from truthes discerning eye:
But traytors, God will to destruction leade,
They cannot liue, from iudgements stroke to flye.
Treason is like, the Baziliske his eyes,
First seeing, kills, first being seene, it dies.
In spight of Romes proude Antichristian force,
Celestiall ioye, with heauenly comfort fills:
Their soules in whom, once toucht with sinnes remorce.
By faith in Christ, a gratious dew distills.
Rome is exilde, and this is Albions glory,
King Iames maintaines, the scriptures sacred story,
Celestiall ioye, with heauenly comfort fills:
Their soules in whom, once toucht with sinnes remorce.
By faith in Christ, a gratious dew distills.
Rome is exilde, and this is Albions glory,
King Iames maintaines, the scriptures sacred story,
When Gods true Church, doth in her glory shine,
Why should some mindes, their wisdome so preferre:
As if they were, then scripture more diuyne,
By selfe conceipt, to feede contentions iarre.
Sunne, Moone, and Starrs, those lights too little be,
To giue them light, that will themselues not see.
Why should some mindes, their wisdome so preferre:
As if they were, then scripture more diuyne,
By selfe conceipt, to feede contentions iarre.
Sunne, Moone, and Starrs, those lights too little be,
To giue them light, that will themselues not see.
A vnyon, and a vniforme, Conclude,
For trifles, let not time with truth contende:
No shadowes can, substantiall faith delude.
Indifferent things, should not the wise offend.
By ioyning all, in blessed vnitie,
With datelesse fame, Crowne Brittons monarchie.
For trifles, let not time with truth contende:
No shadowes can, substantiall faith delude.
Indifferent things, should not the wise offend.
By ioyning all, in blessed vnitie,
With datelesse fame, Crowne Brittons monarchie.
FINIS.
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