A BRIEFE RELATION OF THE GLEANINGS OF THE IDIOTISMES AND ABSURDITIES OF MILES CORBET Esquire, Councellor at Law, Reorder and Burgesse for Great Yarmouth.
By ANTHO: ROILY, Student in the Mathemagicks.
Printed in the Yeare, 1646.
A briefe Relation of the Gleanings of the Idiotismes and Absurdities of MILES CORBET Esquire, &c.
GOds, Goddesses, or Muses, I invoke not,
Or (in this Case) to great Apollo spoke not:
Nor Joves swift Thighborne Son, wing'd Mercury
Shall (in these following Lines) my Muse supply,
The man I meane to write of is a Theame
That flowes upon me, like a flowing streame.
Not Thames in England, or faire
Seine a River in France' which runnes at Paris, as Thames doth at London.
Seine in FranceWere ever greater Flouds of Ignorance.
I write of wit and wisedomes Inundation
Of high and mighty Policies Relation
Of things that only are for a Precise man
And farre above the reach of any wise man,
Of one that is in shape an
M. Corbet is as black without as within.
Ethiopian,And in Religion a profound
Of no Religion.
Ʋtopian,Skill'd in the learned Lawes with such encreace,
That he'l deserve a fee to hold his
Hee can speak so much to the purpose that he doth most good, when he saies nothing.
peace.His heart is fir'd with zeale, and with a warme mouth
He pleades, as grand Recorder of great Yarmouth.
He's a most stiffe Cathedrall hater, yet
The State to make him
Cathedra, quasi Chaire.
Chaire-man held it fit,Poore Ministers (whom he deemes scandalous)
His power hath made 'em, not worth scant a lowse,
He's Chair-man also, for th' Examinations
And hath a Bosome full of Reservations,
He's Chair-man for the Sope, to keep you cleanly,
As farre as is from Edinburgh to Henly,
And by the Parliaments most Grave direction
He swayes Newcastle-Coles by his
A very suitable dignity.
Complexion.Hee's Chaire-man for the Salt, (a place most savery,)
And with it feasons all the Kingdomes
Or the Rebels knavery.
slavery,Hee's Chaire-man also Generall and Particular
Over all Causes, in these times Canicular;
Above all persons both Divine and Secular
Within the bounds of Brittaines square Orbicular.
And though Dame Nature made him not a faire man,
Yet Art made him an
A medler in every Committee.
universall Chair-man.Wit, Wealth, or Fortune, made him a Recorder,
And Knight invisible of the forked Order,
Which is an honour
But Vulcan was not dubd by a Justices Clark.
Vulcan had from Venus,From which degree our fates will hardly wean us.
His voyce more greivous then a Fevor Tertian,
Irrevocable, like the Medes or Persian,
And (Error proofe) he can deny or grant,
Like
Three Judges in hell.
Minos, Eacus, or. Rahdamant,And they are all three Maisters of the Chaire
To whose possessions he's th' adopted heire,
For he's the Cornucopia, that abounded
With all the vertues that adhornes a Round-head.
He hath full power, East, West, & North & South,
To make Malignants, even by word of mouth;
Faults, he can make to be no faults at all,
And
He hath the art of multiplication, and Substraction.
mountain crimes, can turn to mole-hils smallHe can make guiltlesse guilty, guilty guiltlesse,
As soon as Cutlers can make swords be hiltlesse.
This is the Miles, whome millions more of miles,
Cannot o're reach in stratagems and wiles,
This is the Miles, worth more, by more then halfe
Then are the Famous miles of Walthams Calfe;
And though nine miles, that calfe did travell then
To suck a Bull, yet dry came home agen,
Yet hath our mighty Miles such happy luck.
He's Miles and Taurus both for Calves to suck.
I'le not presume to call him
His Admiring audience, are the Calves that do suck the Bull of his wisedome.
Bull by Patrimony,For it may be he got that stile by Matrimony,
And (in Hay harvest) he's so stout and strong
To make hay with his head, without a Prong.
But leaving these things as a distin'd Omen
For him, or thee, or me, for friend, or foe-men,
Happy is he that's past it, for there be
To many in that
It is a catching disease.
case, are scarce shot free.Now must I write of something accidentall,
Wise grave absurdities, high Parliamentall:
And therefore (Readers) with advice take heeding
Whil'st I adde Vice, to Edifye your reading.
But I must now retract my lines before,
No Goddesse, God, or Muses to implore:
Although I crave not these, I humbly crave
That I Will Summers learned Muse may have,
Or Patch, the Cardinalls Stultus, or Tom Derry,
Or Muckle John, whose talke a man would weary,
Or Archy (foolish Knaveries precious Iewell)
Let all their wisedomes to my Muse bring fewell,
Let all these ayde me, for I have a talke
That rumbles in my verses like a Laike.
These Muses, mindes and spirits, if they infuse me,
If I do erre all wisemen will excuse me,
For sure, he is a man of small Engine
That stoopes so low to set his wit to mine;
I doe protest my Satyres Chapps are muzled,
And my Invention ne're so much was puzled,
For Corbet and his Clarke of Peace, and Quorum,
A
First Idiotis. a dogg bound over to the Quarter sessions.
Butcher humbly made complaint before 'um,That Maister
A Phisition in Yormouth, & his diligent dogge was a Spannell.
Colmans dogge had such deceitThat if his Maister toucht a peece of meat
The Dogge so diligently ey'd and watch'd
That unespy'd, straight the meat he catch'd.
Grave Corbet hearing both sides, right and left,
Said, that by Law all Fellony is thoft,
And therefore that false Dogge for his transgression
I'le binde him over to the Quarter-Session.
In
2 Idiotisme. that to confesse and deny, is all one.
Yarmonth there are little Lanes, cal'd RowsNere which the tyde continuall Ebbes and flows;
Which places are oftnoyd, with fishes Garbadge,
With dyrt and filthy soyle of weeds & Herbadge;
Ther's a Decree, that who so soules the street
(Or Row) and doth not keep it cleane and sweet,
Are at the Sessions doom'd, and fin'd by Law
Whereby Delinquents much are kept in awe.
Miles Corbet, whose grave wisedome sought to prune all,
(Mounted in state upon his high Tribunall)
One of the Dwellers faulty was accused
That he with filth and soyle the Row abused
Th' accused Party would excuse the deed
(But no man to excusings taking heed)
To whom the wise Recorder did reply,
Friend, here's no place for you to prate and ly,
Confession may perhaps some way redresse it,
And Sir, you must acknowledge or confesse it.
To which an
M. Anthony Speck.
Alderman did answer make;Sir, I suppose your wisedome doth mistake:
You are besides the matter quite and cleane,
Acknowledge or deny (I thinke) you meane,
Good Sir, quoth Corbet, pray let me alone,
Is not t' acknowledge and
Acknowledge and deny, and deny and acknowledge, doe agree like Ling & Cabbadge.
deny all one?A Crew of tatterd
Idiotisme. Corbet bound Beggars over to the Sessions for Gypfiot.
Beggars, on the way,Miles Corbets swarthy worship humbly pray
That he his sleeping bounty would awake
And give 'um something for Christ Jesus sake:
He being charitable (though no Lover
Of poore Folke) did for Gypsies bind them over.
The Beggars all appear'd unto the sute,
But no man did against them prosecute,
And being then before the judge to answer,
Grim Corbet, (with a visage sterne as Cancer)
Accus'd them all as Gypsies, the Iudge said,
Though they are poore and Roguishly arraid;
I doe demand, who prosecutes them here,
They all reply'd, 'Tis that black Justice there;
And we beseech your Lordship judge, and see
Who looks most like a Gypsie, he, or we.
A Fellow late, whose honesty was little,
Joyn'd
3. Foolery. Master Corbet vvould teach a Knave to get a Bastard.
Giblets with a wench unchast and brittle.It fell so in, and out, her wombe did swell,
Her bignesse, her disease did plainly tell;
The businesse of the Fellow and the Wench,
Was brought before Miles Corbet on the Bench,
Who being one that Leachery did hate,
Did the Delinquent, chide, revile, and Rate.
Quoth Miles, this Womans Belly doth appeach you,
And how to get a Bastard I will teach you,
I'le teach you get a Bastard: Sirha, I
Will make you think on't Sitha, 'till you dye.
With that a man that sate him neare unto,
Said Sir, I thinke 'tis more then you can doe;
You cannot teach him, for his skill is great,
The Spirituall Court knowes twice h' has done that feat.
All's one, quoth Corbet, tell not me what's what,
I'le teach him get a Bastard for all that.
In Yarmouth Towne, one Widdow
4. Idiotisme. To sue a man for seeking his owne goods, that were stollen from him.
Stigold was,That kept a shop of Coppar, Tin, and Brasse,
The Woman in her shop did buy and sell,
And drove a good trade; but marke what befell,
She trading thus in many a sort of Mettle,
A Theefe sold her a misbegotten Kettle.
Quick search was made, the Kettle being sound,
The Buyer by Grim Corbet ore was bound
To answer it at Yarmouth Sessions, where
Her
Her shop was lawfull to buy & sell in; and the ovvner found it on her stall.
selfe for buying it did fully cleare.The Black Recorder gave her
This was foolish Knavish Councel, for it cost the poor woman neare 7 l. of which Master Corbet had a large proportion for Facs.
Councell then,She with the accuser to have a bout agen
At Norwich City, where at the Assize
The businesse micht be try'd by Nisi prize;
There the grave Iudge did of the Woman aske,
Who councell'd her to such a [...]idle taske,
A lawlesse suit against the
There was no Law for the Woman to sue the man, for the man fought but his owne goods.
man to bringHis accusation being for the King.
She said that Master Corbet bade her to doe it,
Or else she hever had had mind unto it;
The Iudge espy'd one Master William Gray,
And said to him I pray you goe your way:
Tell Corbet from me, that he is a Foole,
And (for more skill in Law) may goe to schoole.
Strait Master
M. Gray did not doe his message at Norwich, but at Yarmouth, at the Bayliffs house, where Corbet din'd.
Gray went, lought, and chanc'd to findThe man 'mongst Gentlemen, whom halfe had din'd,
Whereas he told him, that without delay
He had a message from the Iudge to say.
What is it secret, he reply'd agen,
Gray answer'd nay, Be't knowne unto all men,
My Lord (the Iudge) commands me tell you this,
You are a Foole, and that mine errand is.
The Guests round, (inwardly) did smile and flout,
(For they all lov'd him like the Poxe or Gout)
And angry Miles said Gray, I'le thus conclude,
Because you brought to me this message rude,
Expect from me, no further grace or favour
I'le bind you over to the good Behaviour.
For that (quoth Mr Gray) I doe not care,
You may doe if you will, doe if you dare.
One Mr
5. Idiotisme. To study, if monday were monday, or not.
Staines (Aturney by profession)In Christmas time, ask'd when was Yarmouth Session:
Wise Corbet, on his Thumbs ends took advising,
And all his five wits wisely Catechising;
He said, if Plowlick
The monday after Tvvelfe-day, so called by the Husbandmen in Norfolk, because on that day, they doe first begin to Plough.
Monday fall on Monday,Which as I take it, is next day to Sunday;
Is it not so, what say you Master
He did aske M. Roe, an Alderman of Yarmouth, if monday would fall to be monday that yeare.
Roe,As I doe take it, sure it must be so.
The Tuesday next the Sessions noth begin
At Norwich, and the Tuesday next (I win)
The Sessions will be here, sure it must be,
Or my account hath much deceived me:
There was a jugling Cunning
6. Idiotisme. To hang a man for an old Almanack being found in his Study.
man of fame,A nick-nam'd Conjurer, Marke Pryme by name:
Whose skill was in Astrologie so great
That by that Art he many Folks did cheat.
This Marke (pray marke me now what here I write)
Could many Fiends and Planets names recite,
And more strange Magick words from him would drop,
Then are in an
He would name Coloquintida, Assafetita, Zarzaparilla. 3. Bitter, stinking, & pocky Divells; besides Polipodi. um, Bole Armoniack, Ʋnguentum Cam. phiratum Album, Galba [...]um, Auxungia Porcina, &c.
Apothecaries shop,He would (with an impregnible brasse forehead)
Talk of the Zones, the Fridgid, and the T [...]rred,
And from Parnassus Mount, or Agannippe,
He seem'd t' out doe, Cornelius call'd Agrippe.
'Twas thought this Marke knew all the divels in Hell,
And fam'd t'erect a figure excellent well:
Wherefore the Country Folkes admir'd his Art
That if they had lost Cowe, Calfe, Horse or Cart,
Or silver spoone, or Bodkin, Knife or Ring,
Or Milstone, Windmill, Corke, or any thing
Heavy or
From the ponderous vveight of a Ladies F [...]n, to the lightnes of a Sow of Lead.
light, 'twas still his happy lotTo help the People to their goods, or not.
This Mathematick man, this cheat Mark Pryme,
Did gull the People still from time to time
So farre, that in Complaints they all agreed
To tell Miles Corbet all their griefes with speed.
He gravely hearing many things alleadg'd
Faults mixt with faults, together interwedg'd,
So that to Prison Pryme was strait committed
At Sessions next to suffer, or b'acquitted,
Then the Recorder wisely gave command
To search Prymes learned study out of hand,
There they found Books some Theologicall,
Historicall, and Phylosophicall.
Amongst the rest they chanc'd to finde a Book
Call'd Moulsons Almanack, which strait they took
And shewd Miles Corbet, who said presently,
This is the Book the knave doth conjure by,
This wicked book shall help him to a check,
That at this Sessions now will break his neck.
O rare Oedipus that so found out
The meaning of the book to cleare the doubt;
As fit as any Mare is for a Cradle,
Or any Sow for an Imbrodered Sadle:
As sutable as sawdust, and rost beefe,
For Moulsous Almanack is but a breefe
Of the fam'd fabulous Sheperds A Book of merry fortune telling, with the formes of Dice, Starres, &c.Calender;
And for no use of any Conjurer.
But for all that, Miles will by Law or wit,
Prove Prime to be a Conjurer by it;
And though in most things he was cleare excus'd
Yet when Miles Corbet the strange book produc'd
And opend it, did shew it to the Iury,
And said to them, my Maisters I assure yee,
This Book is damnable and dangerous,
He hath described here each Celestiall House;
He names Albumazer, Copernicus,
Rombombonax, and Mephostophilus,
Here's pictures of the Bull, Beare, Goat and Lyon,
Here's names of Lucifer, and of Oryon.
And therefore Iury marke your charge this time,
Theres in that book enough to hang Mark Prime.
With that an understanding man or
One of them was M. Tho: Chesshire a Divine.
twaine,The substance of the book did strait explaine
To be as farre from Maister Corbets talke
As Oatmeale is from egges, or cheese from chalk.
By that bookes vertue we dare both to sweare
No man can ever be a Conjurer.
They therefore praid the jury to conceive
The Law cannot a man of life bereave
For any thing which that booke doth containe;
With that the Jury went and came againe
And by their Verdict, Pryme not guilty found
Escap'd a Popham Check, twixt Sky and Ground.
And there the learn'd Recorder gain'd much credit
As some said, if they did not lye that said it.
6. Idiotisme how M. Corbet, and his man Nocky being both drunk, fell into a sandhole in Yarmouth Deanes.
With neither lyes or fables here I mock ye;Miles Corbet and squire, (sweet Tony Nockey)
Road like knights errant to make inquisition
And find unlicenc'd Ale-houses condition;
Like Spains black Knight, (Don John de fisty kanco)
Or valiant Don Quixot, and Sancho Pancho,
Adventerously they put their feet in stirrops
To punish Victlers and to taste their Sirrops.
The very Visage of Miles was so dreadfull
That feare fil'd many an hostes heart and headfull;
Th' afrighted tiplers for a Bugg-bear tooke him;
He lookd so g [...]im the divel could not outlook him,
The men the women, children, every one,
Did fear him like Rast-head and bloody bone.
Reader for thy good, mine, or any mans
They search'd the measure of Pots, Iuggs and kans,
They took survey of cheating, Nick and Froth,
Two knaves, that made drink shrink like Northern cloth
They tasted Ale so deep, that to conclude
Both man and Maister were in th' ale-titude;
Both in their Perricranians elevated
Took horse, and riding home being lightly pated;
Ambo their beasts, their beastly riders tumbled,
Into a Sandhole, as they ambo stumbled.
The Horses both ran home, and left them there:
But when folkes saw their riders not appear
The fear was great, that both the man and maister
Had met with knaves, or theives or some disaster;
Then Lanthorns were hung out, and bells were Rung,
And search was made, with travell & with tongue.
To finde those men (if they were super ground)
Although they both were better lost then found,
At last they well came home, sound wind and limbe
(But in a strange and metamorphos'd trimme)
Their hats, their cloakes, their wits both broke and whole
Forgot, and left all in the Sandy hole.
What shall I further in this case dispute,
For very joy, the cheerfull Bells were mute,
The darkned Lamhorns Candles snuffes did stink,
And in this joy no man their healths did drink.
One Maister
8. Idiotisme, The great Bible brought into the Pulpit, scandalous.
Webbe, full fourscore yeare of ageAt Basingstoke had spent his pilgrimage,
Was fetch'd unto the Parliamentall Citty,
Where Corbet, Chaire Committee-man (most witty)
Tax'd him, that he offensive Doctrine taught
And the great Bible to the Pulpit brought,
Which (to the people) was so much offensive
Vnedifying, and so apprehensive,
That (to his audience) it was found (Probatum)
To be a crime ycleap'd, Scandalam Datum.
Webbe answered, Sir, pray understand, and see,
That Scandalum Corbet told the old man, Sir, we have nothing to doe with your Scandalum Datums, and Scandalum Acceptums here, for we say here, that that is an offence at which the People are offe [...]ded.Acc [...]ptum it may be,
It may be scandall taken, though none given,
And I to such an Exigent am driven,
That having li [...]'d so long, (I pray you marke)
And that with extreme age my fight is darke;
My Clarke brings the great Bible, and not I,
Because the print is big, when I apply
Or quote a Scripture, because Folke should heed it,
I in the great print can the plainer read it.
Thus did the old man pleade; and pleade in vaine,
He must no more his Benefice retaine;
These words of his, no fat [...]s faction giving,
Was Voted by Miles Corbet from his Living.
Another
9. Idiotisme. Want of teeth scandalous.
Minister in Let [...]stershire,Liv'd in his Parish five and fifty yeares
Twice every Sunday he did preach and pray,
And none his life or Doctrine could gainsay;
At last (with extreame age) his T [...]eeth were shed,
That few o [...] none were left within his head,
And want of teeth his speech did so impaire,
That the Complaint was brought before the Chaire
Where Mighty Miles did tell the old man plainly
That in his preaching all his talke was vainly,
Because his tounge lifp'd hollow inwardly,
Whereby the people could not Edify.
The old man answer'd, he had preach'd so long
That he had almost preach'd out teeth and tongue,
Yet (for all that) he would his Function follow
And pray and preach, although his Voyce were hallow;
Then stout Sir Thomas Barrington did say,
In this Emergent Cause spend not the day:
I would have this grave man be rul'd by me,
And to devide his Benefice agree;
You shall have halfe (old man) and take no paine,
The other shall an abler man maintaine;
You shall doe nothing, and have halfe your store,
The other shall doe all, for as much more.
To which wise speech, the Reverend Pastor sed,
I'le put my Clothes off, when I goe to Bed,
My Benefice and I, yeares halte a hundred
And five, have been conjoyn'd, should not be sundred,
'Twas unto me, my Portion and my Lot,
By Simonaick meanes I had it not;
I've preach'd in season oft, and out of season,
And to deprive me now, there's little reason:
I have preached long, and hope to preach agen.
T' be understood, by understanding men.
Not Amsterdam, or Edinburgh, or Leeth,
E're punish'd Preacher for his want of Teeth,
My heart and tongue are both upright, I know,
And with them both my diligence I'le show,
My Living is my my Life, and I'le apply
To live in't (as I have done) 'till I dye.
Then most sententiously wise Corbet spake,
And will'd the Parson his advice to take,
And doe as wise Sir Thomas Barrington
Had Councell'd him, all further strife to shun.
The old man answer'd, 'twas not avarice
Or any thing that Mizers, held in price,
But if he should make such a Resignation,
It would o'pe wide the gates of Innovation,
And any Preacher, so might be ejected
By fooles, if they his Doctrine disaffected,
I'le keep my Pars'nage (Sans) desire of pelfe,
And though I'm old, I'le cut my Bread my selfe.
The Chair-man could no hansome answer utter,
Yet he with his associates, whispering mutter:
Some things the old mans faults t' exaggerate,
(For why his wit they all did stagger at)
Which made the Parson into passion fall,
And said, I am much older then you all,
I'm wiser sure then some of you are here,
And as for honesty, I'le mak't appeare
In that point, all of you I doe defye,
And he doth lye, that dares to say I lye.
One Doctor
10. Idiotis. Scandalous to say Veniall & Mortall sins, but neither scandalous or Popish, to say Veniall and Damnable.
Ʋtey, (a man grave and learn'd)Who well distnctions (Controverse) descern'd,
Was tax'd before Miles Corbet, and his Meny all,
For making ods 'twixt Mortall sinnes and Venyall:
The Black Recorder did demand strait way
What (in this Case) the witnesses could say,
For Ʋtey's tax'd, that he would often strike
Vpon distinctions Romish Catholike;
One said Sinnes Damnable, he said, I wot
Sinnes Veniall, and Sinnes Mortall he said not:
A second man the first mans words averr'd,
Why then (quoth Corbet) thus the Case is clear'd,
If Ʋtey had said Veniall sinnes and Mortall,
He then had opened wide the Popish Portall:
But since both Damnable and Veniall were
His words; from Popish Doctrine he is cleare.
When
11. Idiotis. M. Corbet and his Brethren ignorant of their Creed.
this last Draco was a Lawmaker of Athens, reported to have written his Lawes in Bloud.
Draco Parliament began,Began the fall of every honest man:
All Lawes of God and Man were disanull'd,
The People (from their States) rack'd, pull'd, and gull'd,
They (from the King) did take no more, but ALL.
Their Rapine was so Epidemicall.
The Protestant Religion was their plea,
And how to drowne, and sinke the Popall Sea;
Whilst Protestantisme is extinct Confounded,
By Brownisme, Anabaptisme, and the Round-head,
And Romes great Sea by them is justifide,
In their accurst attempting Regicide.
London our Englands great Metropolis,
Seem'd to be griev'd with some Monopolies;
That City e'rst for their Allegiance fam'd,
For Disallegiance through the whole world sham'd;
They griev'd for Shipmonyes, and petty things,
The Right Prerogatives of former Kings,
They grieved much, and grumbled at all these,
And then (like Fooles) to seek amisse for ease;
The Kings Prerogative was lighter farre,
Then halfe their Taxes in Rebellious Warre.
For they by Orders, Ordinance, and Votes,
T' have strip'd the People even from their Coats;
In this beginning, young, old, more and lesse,
Made Vniversall
They cryed out, as the Iewes did, when they said, His Bloud be upon us, and our Children; So these men whom they cryed up, hath been the shedders of their Blouds, with their Childrens.
Noise for Burgesses:Amongst the rest, a swarme of Sectaries
At Yarmouth, Corbet, Corbet, Corbet, Cryes,
Who strait to Westminster, did make Repaire,
And there, Inthroan'd in the Committee Chaire.
Then presently to Yarmouth he sent downe,
That what agrievances were in the Towne,
He will'd 'em that to him they should expresse it,
And he would take an order to redresse it.
Some Aldermen, some Common-Councell men,
(In number twelve) sate in Committee then,
John A Woollen Draper.Carter (Alderman) was chiefe that sate,
Who said he one great grievance would relate:
Which was their Minister did use to pray
Before his Sermon, and in praying say,
Let us praise God for Sainte that lived [...]ere
In Gods feare, and Eternall Glory, where
They doe enjoy th' unspeakable fruition
Of the Almighties presence, whose Condition
Is now in everlasting glorious state
As we shall be, if them we imitate.
Digression.
And now good Readers, pardon my Digression,
'Tis farre beyond the grounds of my Profession
To touch, or write of high Mysterious things,
Or th' Incarnation of the King of Kings.
But seeing Ʋnbeleevers not Confide
In him that for our sinnes was Crucifide,
He that for us dranke dry Gods wrathfull Cup,
He that laid downe his Life, and tooke it up,
He that did satisfie the Doome divine
For all beleeving Soules, and so for mine.
Shall I heare, that accursed Bla [...]phomie
Is countenanc'd (against his Deitie)
By Parliament Apostates, shall I then
Neglect to tell'em on't with Tongue and Pen;
He that knowes Iesus Christ so much abus'd,
And suffers it, shall not by him b' exons'd.
And Readers, I your pardons Crave againe,
'Twas not the Raptures of an Idle Braine,
Truth, only Truth, did the whole Truth I'le write.
So help me God, as followeth Precite.
The grand
at Yarmouth.
Committee whether cloa'kd or goundSate at a Boord, but whether square or Round
I know not well, but words and speeches past
Against the preacher, till they said at last
They heard him say, the blest Saint Mary, shee
The holy Virgine, mother of God to be,
To which they all conclude, they did not know,
Whether she were the Mother of God or no;
And in their wisedomes, circumstances weighing,
They said, it was a greivance in so saying.
If she were not, tis Blasphemy truly,
And for Blaspheming so, and Blasphe [...]y
'Tis fit, that presently we should present
Complaint of it unto the Parliament.
Some of the Brethren in this zealous puther
Said, Peradventure she might be Gods Mother,
Or else their minister whose Doctrine ever
None ever could disprove, [...]ad said so never,
All disagreeing 'mongst themselves agreed,
By Votes, and Bullets with impartiall speed;
With that those impure sanctified Zelots
Did into two bagges, drop their holy pelots▪
And which bagge there the most of bullets got,
Caus'd her be stil'de the mother of God or not:
And by one bullet which John Carter last,
Put in one bagge, the Virgines Cause was cast.
Was ever knowne such Irreligious sots,
They might as well have drawne cuts, or cast lots,
Or plaid at crosse and pile, or handy dandy,
Such fooleries had been [...] to bandy
As bullets, though too many bandied are
With as much sence in this Rebellious Warre.
For understand good reader as you read,
These poore Committee men knew not their Creed,
They have deny'd the Christian Faith like Jewes,
And for Religion they may yet go chuse;
For our beleife most plainly doth declare,
That shee, in her blest wombe God's Son did beare,
And he was God, (as blessed Esaye saith)
Which is a fundamentall poynt of Faith;
God is the Word, he and the word are one,
The word was God, being God's Eternall Sonne;
The Word was made [...], and that word I know,
Was, and is Jesus, let who dares say no;
That Jesus was the Virgines Sonne, and she,
Of Jesus (God and Man) must Mother be.
You fond Yarmonthians, what say you to this?
How can you hope for everlasting blisse?
That in your wandring fancies so do vary
As to doubt Jesus for the Sonne of Mary,
For such as dare say, Jesus is not God,
Through want of Faith, shall down to hell betrod.
Thus did the dullbraind doating, saithlesse dunces
By th' Atheist [...] of their leaden Soonces,
With one poore senctific [...], they cast down
The honour which God gave her, and Renowne
Which is her due [...] this my Religion is,
And yet I am not apist for all this,
Her honour I no [...]ot extenuate,
Though I to her th [...]'re pray or Invocate;
Base are those sade [...] [...]naves, that down dares tread
His Mother, who is Judge of Quick and Dead,
He that will judge such misbeleiving fellowes
Vnto the divell, who blowes Rebellions bellows.
But leaving these things, (serious and mysterious)
Let's talke of Parliamentall things Imperious,
The businesse did bring up the Minister
Before great Corbets throne at Westminster,
Who gave th'accusers thanks, and said that he
Vnto their Godly indgements did agree.
And presently a Warrant was dispatch'd,
By vertue on't the Minister attach'd:
Which Warrant was obscequiously observ'd,
And in the very Chancell it was serv'd.
(For in such Zeale, Mil [...]s Corbe [...] will not falter,
His hornes dares gore, even at the hornes of th' Altery
The Minister obay'd, and strait Rode up
To Westminster, to taste afflictions Cup,
Whereof they forc'd him drink a draught so great,
That he is since depriv'd of drink and meat,
Of House and Benefice, Goods, Children, Wife,
Or any thing, that may maintaine a Life:
But that Gods Mercies over all his Workes,
Whereby he lives, in spight of Jewes or Turkes.
And when at Westminster he did appeare,
Where the Recorder sate, in's Supreame Chaire;
There Maister Gordon (Councellour at Law)
Said such a great Blasphemer he ne're saw
Of heard of, and with quaking, shaking, shivering,
He read the Article, with dreadfull quivering,
At which the whole Committee were ama [...]'d,
And (terror strook) on one another gaz'd,
There sate Miles Corbet, there sate all his writ,
Sir Gilbert Pickering, next to him did sir,
And Lowrey, a grave Cambridge Fishmonger,
(A Burgesse, and a learn'd Cosmographer:)
There sate Religions pure and shining Su [...],
The most devout and zealous Penington;
One Wheeler, of the first Fruits office, and
Others, who (like the rest) did understand,
Who all said, 'twas a Blasphemy abhorr'd,
To call Blest Mary, Mother of God, our Lord.
And one unto the Minister said thus,
I will you
The Article was read, and the Minister said, I do confesse this Article, Terminis Terminantibus, where one of the Committee said, Sir, I will Terminis Terminantibus you.
Terminis Terminantibus:Then Isaack Penington said to him, Sir,
You stand not here Sir, as a Minister;
Who to his worships [...] did reply,
That in that Article he'd Liv [...] Dye,
And whatsoever they [...] ake,
To justifie it, on himselfe he [...]
And some
D. Hassall, Deane of Norwich, and others.
[...] were there, who duly said,Gods Son, was God, Son of the Blessed Maid.
Then Master Corbet some [...] words did sca [...]ter,
That they would take [...] of that matter:
And then reply [...],
That in no Author [...],
Which did [...] Arikle, wherefore
At this time wee'le dispute that poy [...] [...]
To whom the Minister did [...],
Sir, if you please [...],
To read grave Cleave [...] [...],
They both [...] Virgin Mother of God.
Now may seduced People [...] see,
Of what faith their [...] Ministers be;
Now may they see in wh [...] Cause, they [...],
And hazard to [...],
Men of a Faith that [...],
Deny'ng th' Vnion [...].
These are the [...], whom poore Fools d'obay,
And in their Service foole their Goods away,
Their Loyalties, their Lives, they [...]
Who are to God [...] and Kingdomes Foes:
They have Rob'd God, of Glory, [...] the King,
From him they would his Crowne and Kingdomes wring;
This have mad People [...], and [...] persist
To kill, and to be kill'd for [...].
Good God their darkned [...],
That they may [...] their [...] Estate,
Whereby this Curst Rebellion may decease,
And haples England, gaine a happy Peace.
FINIS.