Balaam's asse Cudgeld Or the Cry of town and countrey against Scandalous and Seditious Scriblers [by Robert Chamberlain] |
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Balaams ASSE Cudgeld:
Or the Cry of TOWN and COUNTREY AGAINST Scandalous and Seditious Scriblers.
What ailes the Asse? How comes the Beast to whine?Ha's a been bred among King Pharaohs Kine?
Has the wet spring spoil'd all the Corn and Grasse?
{T}hat all the Countrey cannot keep an Asse?
He cries for bread, as if Duke Humphrey's Ghost
This twenty years and more had been his Host;
Will no man tie him up, but let him range,
Thus to disturb the City and the Change,
But this is a Religious Asse, and cryes
“O give him Bread of Life, or else he dyes.
A subtle Asse, for well 'tis understood
He even thinks as much of Heavenly Food
As the poor Taylor, when he wants a Roul
To fill his belly, thinks upon his Soul.
You Asse in boots, if Cromwell or the Rump
Had giv'n thee but a Living, had been plump,
Thou would'st have blest 'em, and have been the man,
For maintenance to kisse the Alcoran.
I know not where a Homily is read
But, friend, a Homily is dainty bread.
The Brewers grains out of a nasty Tub,
{As} fitterfood for such a Swine or Cub.
{F}awn Sleeves and Cassocks cannot please the Gizard
Of this seditious scandalizing Wizard;
Yet he pretends Canonical to be,
But Bell and Dragon is as much as he.
Tis not the Soul of this seditious sinner
That makes him bite, his belly wants a dinner;
And there's a reason for it I can tell ye,
Sometimes ill manners makes an empty belly.
To throw Seditious Scribles to the view
Of such a sick and giddy-headed crew,
As we have now amongst us, who by flirts
Change their Religions oftner than their shirts,
Does argue one that doth employ his pate
To bring confusion on the Church and State.
The naked Indians would have scorn'd to be
So rudely barbarous to their Bramini.
The Asse, that State malevolence doth brew,
Deserves a Bridle and a Halter too.
Are these the men of God? Doth this behaviour
Adorn the Gospel of our God and Saviour?
Religious Renegados! Who to patch
Their broken desperate fortunes, daily watch,
Another opportunity, to bring
A second ruine on the Church and King.
You closely jerk at learned Laud, but see
All Laud is given to God, all shame to thee:
Had he but seen thy Crocodilian tears,
The Hang-mans Cat had eat thy Asses ears.
God save King CHARLES, and keep him from the sleight
Of such Reformers as in Forty Eight.
Rob. Chamberlain.
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