The Puritan and the papist by a scholler in Oxford. Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A34831 of text R33684 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C6688). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 19 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 6 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A34831 Wing C6688 ESTC R33684 13549157 ocm 13549157 100168 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A34831) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 100168) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1547:48) The Puritan and the papist by a scholler in Oxford. Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. [2], 9 p. Printed [by H. Hall], [Oxford] : M.DC.XLIII [i.e. 1643] In verse. At head of title: A satyre. Signed at end: A.C. [i.e. Abraham Cowley] Imprint suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. eng Catholic Church -- Controversial literature. Puritans -- Controversial literature. A34831 R33684 (Wing C6688). civilwar no A satyre. The Puritan and the papist. By a scholler in Oxford. Cowley, Abraham 1643 2869 5 0 0 0 0 0 17 C The rate of 17 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-11 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Judith Siefring Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A SATYRE . THE PURITAN AND THE PAPIST . By a Scholler in Oxford . Printed in the Yeare M.DC.XLIII . A Satyre . THE PVRITAN AND THE PAPIST . SO two rude waves , by stormes together throwne , Roare at each other , fight , and then grow one . Religion is a Circle ; men contend , And runne the round in dispute without end . Now in a Circle who goe contrary , Must at the last meet of necessity . The Roman to advance the Catholicke cause Allowes a Lie , and calls it Pia Fraus . The Puritan approves and does the same , Dislikes nought in it but the Latin name . He flowes with these devises , and dares ly In very deed , in truth , and verity . He whines , and sighes out Lies , with so much ruth , As if he griev'd , 'cause he could ne're speake truth . Lies have possest the Presse so , as their due , 'T will scarcely , ' I feare , henceforth print Bibles true . Lies for their next strong Fort ha' th' Pulpit chose , There throng out at the Preachers mouth , and nose . And how e're grosse , are certaine to beguile The poore Booke-turners of the middle Isle . Nay to th' Almighty's selfe they have beene bold To ly , and their blasphemous Minister told They might say false to God , for if they were Beaten , he knew 't not , for he was not there . But God , who their great thankefulnesse did see , Rewards them straight with another Victorie , Just such another at Brainceford ; and san's doubt . Will weary er 't be long their gratitude out . Not all the Legends of the Saints of old , Not vast Baronius , nor sly Surius hold Such plenty of apparent Lies , as are In your one Author , Io. Browne Cleric . Par. Besides what your small Poets have said , or writ . Brookes , Strode , and the Baron of the Saw-pit : With many a Mentall Reservation , You 'le maintaine Liberty , Reserv'd [ your owne . ] For th' publique good the summes rais'd you 'le disburse ; Reserv'd , [ The greater part for your owne purse . ] You 'le root the Cavaliers out , every man ; Faith , let it be reserv'd here ; [ If yee can . ] You 'le make our gracious CHARLES , a glorious King ; Reserv'd [ in Heaven , ] for thither ye would bring His Royall Head ; the onely secure roome For glorious Kings , whither you 'le never come . To keepe the estates o' th' Subjects you pretend ; Reserv'd [ in your owne Trunkes ; ] you will defend The Church of England , 't is your Protestation ; But that 's New-England , by'a small Reservation . Power of dispensing Oaths the Papists claime ; Case hath got leave o' God , to doe the same . For you doe hate all swearing so , that when You have sworne an Oath , ye breake it streight agen . A Curse upon you ! which hurts most these Nations , Cavaliers swearing , or your Protestations ? Nay , though Oaths by you be so much abhorr'd , Ye allow God damne me in the Puritan Lord . They keepe the Bible from Lay-men , but ye ▪ Avoid this , for ye have no Laytie ▪ They in a forraigne , and unknowne tongue pray . You in an unknowne sence your prayers say : So that this difference 'twixt ye does ensue , Fooles understand not them , nor Wise men you . They an unprofitable zeale have got , Of invocating Saints that heare them not . 'T were well you did so ; nought may more be fear'd In your fond prayers , then that they should be heard . To them your Non-sence well enough might passe , They 'd ne're see that i' th' Divine Looking-glasse : Nay , whether you 'de worship Saints is not yet knowne , For ye' have as yet of your Religion none . They by good-workes thinke to be justified , You into the same errour deeper slide ; You thinke by workes too justified to be , And those ill workes , Lies , Treason , Perjurie . But oh your faith is mighty , that hath beene , As true faith ought to be , of things unseene . At Worc'ster , Brainceford , and Edge hill , we see , Onely by faith you' have gotten victory . Such is your faith , and some such unseene way The publique faith at last your debts will pay . They hold free-will ( that nought their soules may bind ) As the great Priviledge of all mankind . You 're here more moderate , for 't is your intent , To make 't a Priv'ledge but of Parliament . They forbid Priests to marry ; you worse doe , Their Marriage you allow , yet punish too : For you 'de make Priests so poore , that upon all Who marry , scorne and beggery must fall . They a bold power o're sacred Scriptures take , Blot out some Clauses , and some new ones make . Your great Lord Iesuite Brookes publiquely said , ( Brookes whom too little learning hath made mad ) That to correct the Creed ye should doe well , And blot out Christs descending into Hell . Repent wild man , or you 'le ne're change , I feare , The sentence of your owne descending there . Yet modestly they use the Creed , for they Would take the Lords prayer Root and Branch away . And wisely said a Levit of our nation , The Lords Prayer was a Popish Innovation . Take heed , you 'le grant ere long it should be said , An 't be but to desire your daily Bread , They keepe the people ignorant , and you Keepe both the People , and yourselves so too . They blind obedience and blind duty teach ; You blind Rebellion and blind faction preach . Nor can I blame you much , that yee advance That which can onely save yee , Ignorance ; Though Heaven be praysed , t'has oft beene proved well Your Ignorance is not Invincible . Nay such bold lies to God him selfe yee vaunt , As if you'd faine keepe him too ignorant . Limbus and Purgatory they beleive For lesser sinners , that is , I conceive , Malignants onely ; you this Tricke does please , For the same Cause ye ' have made new Limbuses , Where we may ly imprison'd long ere we A day of Iudgement in your Courts shall see . But Pym can like the Pope with this dispence ; And for a Bribe deliver Soules from thence . Their Councels claime Infallibility , Such must your Conventicle-synod be ; And Teachers from all Parts of th'Earth yee call , To mak 't a Councell Oecumenicall . They sev'rall times appoint from meats t' abstaine ; You now for th'Irish warres a Fast ordaine ; And that that Kingdome might be sure to fast Yee take a Course to sterve them all at last . Nay though yee keepe no Eves , Fridayes , nor Lent , Not to dresse meate on Sundayes you're Content ; Then you repeat , repeat , and pray , and pray ; Your Teeth keepe Sabboth , and Tongues working day . They preserve Reliques ; you have few or none , Unlesse the Clout sent to Iohn Pym be one . And Hollises rich Widow , Shee who carryed A Relique in her wombe before she married . They in succeeding Peter take a Pride ; So doe you ; for your Master ye' have denyed . But cheifely Peters Priviledge yee choose , At your own wills to bind and to unloose . He was a Fisherman ; you may be so too , When nothing but your ships are left to you . He went to Rome , to Rome you Backward ride , ( Though both your goings are by some denyed . ) Nor i' st a Contradiction , if we say . You goe to Rome the quite Contrary way ; He dy'd o' the Crosse ; that death 's unusuall now ; The Gallowes is most like 't , and that 's for you . They musicke love i' th Church ; it offends your sence , And therefore yee have sung it out from thence , Which shewes , if right your mind be understood , You hate it not as Musicke , but as Good . Your madnesse makes you sing , as much as they Dance , who are bit with a Tarantula . But do not to your selves ( alas ) appeare The most Religious Traitors that ere were , Because your Troopes singing of Psalmes do goe ; Ther 's many a Traytor has marcht Holbourn so . Nor was 't your wit this holy project bore ; Tweed and the Tyne has seene those Trickes before . They of strange Miracles and wonders tell , You are your selves a kind of Miracle ; Even such a miracle as in writ divine We read o' th Devills hurrying downe the Swine . They have made Images to speake , 't is said , You a dull Image have your Speaker made ; And that your bounty in offerings might abound , Y' have to that Idoll giv'n six thousand pound , They drive out Devills , they say ; here yee begin To differ , I confesse ; you let them in . They maintaine Transubstantiation ; You by a Contrary Philosophers stone , To Transubstantiate Mettalls , have the skill ; And turne the Kingdomes Gold to I'ron and Steele . I' th' Sacrament yee agree not , but 't is noted , Bread must be Flesh , Wine Bloud , if ere 't be voted . They make the Pope their Head , you exalt for him Primate and Metropolitane , Master Pym ; Nay , White , who sits in the Infallible Chaire , And most Infallibly speakes Non-sence there : Nay Cromwell , Pury , Whistler , Sir Iohn Wray , He who does say , and say , and say , and say . Nay Lowry , who does new Church-Gover'ment wish , And Prophesies , like Ionas , midst the Fish . Who can such various businesse wisely sway , And handle Herrings , and Bishops in one day . Nay all your Preachers , Women , Boyes , or Men , From Master Calamy , to Mistresse Ven , Are perfect Popes in their owne Parish growne ; For to outdoe the story of Pope Ione : Your Women preach too , and are like to bee The Whores of Babylon , as much as Shee . They depose Kings by force ; by force you 'de doe it . But first use faire meanes to perswade them to it . They dare kill Kings ; now 'twixt ye here 's the strife , That you dare shoot at Kings , to save their life . And what 's the difference , 'pray , whether he fall By the Popes Bull or your Oxe Generall ? Three Kingdomes thus ye strive to make your owne ; And , like the Pope , usurpe a Triple Crowne . Such is your Faith , such your Religion ; Let 's view your manners now , and then I ha' done . Your Covetousnesse let gasping Ireland tell , Where first the Irish Lands , and next ye sell The English Bloud ; and raise Rebellion here , With that which should suppresse , and quench it there . What mighty summes have ye squeez'd out o' th' City ? Enough to make 'em poore , and something witty . Excise , Loanes , Contributions , Pole-moneys , Bribes , Plunder , and such Parliament Priviledges , Are words which you 'le ne're learne in holy Writ , 'Till the Spirit and your Synod ha's mended it . Where 's all the Twentieth part now , which hath beene Paid you by some , to forfeit the Nineteene ? Where 's all the Goods distrain'd , and Plunders past ? For you 're growne wretched , pilfering knaves at last ; Descend to Brasse and Pewter ; till of late , Like Midas , all ye toucht , must needs be Plate . By what vast hopes is your Ambition fed ? 'T is writ in bloud , and may be plainly read . You must have Places , and the Kingdome sway ; The King must be a Ward to your Lord Say . Your innocent Speaker to the Rolles must rise , Six thousand pound hath made him proud and wise . Kimbolton for his Fathers place doth call ; Would be like him ; would he were , face and all . Isaack would alwayes be Lord Mayor , and so May alwayes be , as much as he is now . For the Five Members , they so richly thrive , They 'le but continue alwayes Members Five . Onely Pym doth his naturall right enforce , By the Mothers side he 's Master of the Horse . Most shall have Places by these popular tricks , The rest must be content with Bishopricks . For 't is 'gainst Superstition your intent , First to root out that great Church Ornament , Money and Lands ; your swords , alas , are drawne , Against the Bishop , not his Cap , or Lawne . O let not such loud Sacriledge begin , Tempted by Henries rich successefull sinne . Henry the Monster King of all that age ; Wilde in his Lust , and wilder in his Rage . Expect not you his Fate , though Hotham thrives In imitating Henries tricke for Wives , Nor fewer Churches hopes then Wives to see Buried , and then their Lands his owne to bee . Ye boundlesse Tyranes , how doe you outvy Th' Athenian Thirty , Romes Dec●mviri ? In Rage , Injustice , Cruelty as farre Above those men , as you in number are . What Mysteries of Iniquity doe we see ? New Prisons made to defend Libertie ; Where without cause , some are undone , some dy , Like men bewitcht , they know not how , nor why . Our Goods forc'd from us for Propriety's sake ; And all the Reall Non-sence which ye make . Ship-money was unjustly ta'ne , ye say ; Unjustlier farre you take the Ships away . The High-Commission you calld Tyrannie , Ye did ; Good God! what is the High-Committee ? Ye said that gifts and bribes Preferments bought , By Money and Bloud too , they now are sought . To the Kings will the Lawes men strove to draw ; The Subjects will is now become the Law . 'T was fear'd a New Religion would begin ; All new Religions now are entred in . The King Delinquents to protect did strive ; What Clubs , Pikes , Halberts , Lighters , sav'd the Five ? You thinke the Parliament , like your State of Grace , What ever sinnes men doe , they keepe their place . Invasions then were fear'd against the State , And Strode swore that last yeare would be ' Eighty-Eight . You bring in Forraine aid to your designes ; First those great Forraine Forces of Divines , With which Ships from America were fraught ; Rather may stinking Tobacco still be brought From thence , I say ; next ye the Scots invite , Which ye terme Brotherly Assistan●e right ; For with them you intend England to share : They , who , alas , but younger Brothers are , Must have the Monies for their Portion ; The Houses and the Lands will be your owne . We thanke ye for the wounds which we endure , Whil'st scratches and slight pricks ye seeke to sure . We thanke ye for true reall feares at last , Which free us from so many false ones past . We thanke ye for the Bloud which fats our Coast , ( That fatall debt paid to great Straffords Ghost . ) We thanke ye for the ills receiv'd , and all Which by your diligence in good time we shall . We thanke ye , and our gratitude 's as great As yours , when you thank'd God for being ●eat . A. C. FINIS .