The Court of Conscience or Dick Whippers Sessions With the order of his arraigning and punishing of many notorious, dissembling, wicked, and vitious liuers in this age. By Richard West |
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Prophane Swearers. |
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Prophane Swearers.
Naay here come they that I haue long expected
Shakebag of Kent, and Ruffianly Dick Coomes:
Swearing Black-Will, the diuels cheefe elected,
The seeds and flowers that Pluto sheds & bloomes.
Hels cheefe supporters and her royall states,
The very hookes and hinges of her gates.
Shakebag of Kent, and Ruffianly Dick Coomes:
Swearing Black-Will, the diuels cheefe elected,
The seeds and flowers that Pluto sheds & bloomes.
Hels cheefe supporters and her royall states,
The very hookes and hinges of her gates.
The name of God, and all his blessed substance,
They spare not to blaspheme and take in vaine:
The seed of Caine, they are of his alliance,
Bloud-suckers, murtherers, and all for gaine.
In swearing, and in blood's their chiefest bost,
Another sect there are, Knights of the post.
They spare not to blaspheme and take in vaine:
The seed of Caine, they are of his alliance,
Bloud-suckers, murtherers, and all for gaine.
In swearing, and in blood's their chiefest bost,
Another sect there are, Knights of the post.
Which without conscience will sweare and stare,
Against a man they neuer saw before:
And petty swearers, such as will not spare,
To set themselues vpon the diuels score.
Cursing their bodies, facing downe the things,
Which truth apparantly to light oft brings.
Against a man they neuer saw before:
And petty swearers, such as will not spare,
To set themselues vpon the diuels score.
Cursing their bodies, facing downe the things,
Which truth apparantly to light oft brings.
You Scoundrels, sweare, and do the best you can,
Swagger, and quarrell, fight, and chafe your fills:
At all your sundry weapons cursse and ban,
He beat you downe, with all your forrest bills.
I haue a whip will make your hides to smart,
'Twill breake no bones, but sting you to the heart.
Swagger, and quarrell, fight, and chafe your fills:
At all your sundry weapons cursse and ban,
He beat you downe, with all your forrest bills.
I haue a whip will make your hides to smart,
'Twill breake no bones, but sting you to the heart.
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