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A full and compleat Answer against the Writer of a late Volume set forth, entituled A Tale in a Tub,
or A Tub Lecture: with a Vindication of that ridiculous name called Round-Heads.
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First, The Complaint of the abused most ridiculous Round-heads.
Come, brethren, let's deplore our wofull state,
Since all we have done is almost undone:
Our paines and charges both betimes and late
Is like the battry of an Elder Gun;
We back againe unto our trade must fall,
Nor shall we be allow'd to preach at all.
Since all we have done is almost undone:
Our paines and charges both betimes and late
Is like the battry of an Elder Gun;
We back againe unto our trade must fall,
Nor shall we be allow'd to preach at all.
And we from Sylla to Charybdis cast,
And from Charybdis back to Sylla hurld,
From wrong to injurie, from griefe that's past
To woe that's present, we rub through the world,
'Twixt Hawke and Buzzard, we seeme Planet-struck,
'Midst Chance and Fate, bad Fortune and ill Luck.
And from Charybdis back to Sylla hurld,
From wrong to injurie, from griefe that's past
To woe that's present, we rub through the world,
'Twixt Hawke and Buzzard, we seeme Planet-struck,
'Midst Chance and Fate, bad Fortune and ill Luck.
'Tis manifest that we have done our best,
To bring all wit and learning in disgrace;
The Church and Church-men we do still molest,
In hope we each might have a Preachers place:
Our zeale hath still the House of Prayer deni'd,
And many a Barne and Stable sanctifi'd.
To bring all wit and learning in disgrace;
The Church and Church-men we do still molest,
In hope we each might have a Preachers place:
Our zeale hath still the House of Prayer deni'd,
And many a Barne and Stable sanctifi'd.
What have we not done? we have rav'd and rail'd,
Vnrail'd, revil'd, exclaim'd, and made a noyse,
Brake windowes downe, left nothing unassail'd,
And wanting men (to clamour) borrowed boyes:
We have most stoutly play'd the beasts like men,
In hope to be all benefic'd, (But when?)
Vnrail'd, revil'd, exclaim'd, and made a noyse,
Brake windowes downe, left nothing unassail'd,
And wanting men (to clamour) borrowed boyes:
We have most stoutly play'd the beasts like men,
In hope to be all benefic'd, (But when?)
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'Tis said, that they which China dishes make,
Doe burie them in the earth an hundred yeares:
Their Makers being dead, their Heires doe take
Those dishes from the earth, and all our feares
Is, that doe what we can with works and wishes,
Our labours will be like to China dishes.
Doe burie them in the earth an hundred yeares:
Their Makers being dead, their Heires doe take
Those dishes from the earth, and all our feares
Is, that doe what we can with works and wishes,
Our labours will be like to China dishes.
For now againe the wicked 'gin to rise,
And call us Round-heads, and such scurvie names,
And do our pure profession scandalize
With Libels, Pamphlets, and most true exclaimes:
So that we gape like pining Tantalus,
For all we have done is worth scant a Lowse.
And call us Round-heads, and such scurvie names,
And do our pure profession scandalize
With Libels, Pamphlets, and most true exclaimes:
So that we gape like pining Tantalus,
For all we have done is worth scant a Lowse.
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Verses upon the defacing of Cheapeside Crosse, with the Pictures of Christ and Saint Peter.
How? steale the leade from Cheapeside-crosse (O base)I'le take my oath on't 'tis a heavy case:
Some say the Devill did it, and I graunt
The Devill is a mighty Puritant.
He never could endure the Crosse, because,
Man (on the Crosse) was ransomd from his claws;
But whosoe're 'twas, Brownist, Punk or Pimp:
If not the Devill, 'twas the Devils Impe,
What e're he may pretend, he is a Grosse
Dam'd Iew, that tortures Christ upon the Crosse.
I wonder why the watchmen did not scare Vm,
Sure 'twas some sleeping watch that lackt a larum
And so St. Peter (whom our Saviour chose)
One of his twelve Apostles, had his Nose,
And both his Armes knockt of, where was the Cock
That did not wake S. Peter at that knock?
Christ made him an Apostle, now who can
Without his Arms make him a Gentleman?
Some Crop-eare did it in revenge I feare,
Because St. Peter cut off Malchus eare.
What did the babe, what did our Lady do?
Poore Innocents alas, they suffered too.
This shews the Devils brood, like th'Irish wild,
Will spare no man or woman, maid or child:
Now my opinion of the crosse is this,
It is amisse to such as make't amisse.
To such as reverence it, or adore it,
Or say their prayers to it, or before it.
Such do pervert it from its proper use,
And turn an Ornament to an abuse.
Turks, Infidels, Moores, Pagans, Heathen, Iewes,
They know not Christ, therefore no Crosses use.
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To let a Crosse stand as a Christian signe.
Knaves may deface it, fooles may worship it,
All which may be for want of grace or wit,
To those that wrongd the Crosse this is my curse,
They never may have crosses in their purse.
FINIS.
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