A RELATION OF A QUAKER, That to the Shame of his Profession, Attempted to Bugger a Mare near Colchester.
ALL in the Land of Essex
Near Colchester the Zealous,
On the side of a bank,
Was play'd such a prank,
As would make a Stone-horse jealous.
Help Woodcock, Fox, and Nailor.
For Brother Green's a Stalion,
Now Alas what hope,
Of converting the Pope,
When a Quaker turns Italian.
Unto our whole profession,
A scandal twill be counted,
When 'tis talk't with difdain,
Amongst the Profane,
How Brother Green was mounted.
And in the good time of Christmas,
Which though the Saints have damn'd all,
Yet when did they hear
Of a damn'd Cavalier
Ere play'd such a Christmas gamball.
Had thy flesh, O Green, been pamper'd
With any Cates unhallow'd,
Hadst thou sweetned thy Gumbs
With Pottage of Plumbs
Or profane minc'd pie hadst swallow'd.
Roll'd up in wanton swines flesh,
The fiend might have crept into thee,
Then fulnesse of gut
Might have made thee rut
And the devil so have rid through thee.
But Alas, he had been feasted
With a spirituall Collation
By our frugall Mayer,
Who can dine with a Prayer
And sup with an Exhortation.
Twas meer impulse of Spirit,
Though he us'd the weapon carnal,
Filly Foal quoth he
My Bride thou shalt be:
Now how this is lawfull, learn all.
For if no respect of persons
Be due 'mongst the sons of Adam
In a large extent
Then may it be meant
That a Mare's as good as a Madam.
Then without more Ceremony,
Nor Bonnet vail'd, nor Kist her,
He took her by force
For better for worse
And he us'd her like a Sister.
Now when in such a Saddle
A Saint will needs be riding,
Though I dare not say
'Tis a falling away
May there not be some backsliding.
No surely quoth Iames Nailor
Twas but an insurrection
Of the Carnall part,
For a Quaker in heart
Can never lose perfection.
For so our
Hist. of Jesuitism.
Masters Teach usThe intent being well directed;
Though the devil Trapan
The Adamicall man,
The Saint stands uninfected.
But yet a Pagan Jury
Still Judges what's intended,
Then say what we can
Brother Green's outward man
I fear will be suspended.
And our Adopted Sister
Will find no better quarter,
But when him we inroule
For a Saint; Filly Foal
Shall passe at least for a Martyr.
Now Rome that Spirituall Sodom
No longer is thy debter,
O Colchester now
Who's Sodom, but thou,
Even according to the Letter.
Help Woodcock, Fox and Nailor
For Brother Green's a Stallion,
Now Alas what hope
Of converting the Pope
When a Quaker turns Italian.
FINIS.