¶ An answer to a papistical exhortation, pretending to avoid false doctrine, under that colour to maintain the same. ¶ By their fruits shall ye know them. Math. 7. every pilled pedlar Will be a medlar Though their wits be drowsy And there learning lousy Theridamas metres all mangy Rash, rural, and grangye Yet will they forward halt As men mazed in malt These vile cannell rakers Are now becumme makers There poems out they dash With all there swyber swash Theridamas darnel and their chaff There swylle and swynyshe draff Soche pipe such melody Soche bag such beggary. Of pilled popish fations They strow exhortations The people to infect. With the sedes of their sect Pretending to define Against the false doctrine But such dirty gear Deed men never hear. They teach not in metre With Paul johan and Peter The world to edify With god's word christianly But scriptures they deprave As mad men that do rave They dance with the devil To magnysye their evil They drysle forth a dram As he that to Christ camme To trap him in a snare Forsooth it is fond ware Let christian men take heed Unto their wicked seed For they seek for to blind The syllye simple mind, The papists title. An exhortation to avoid false doctrine. The papist. My mind can not perfughtelye endyre Neither my pen can truly write As my heart doth desire. The cause only is for lack of sight In learning that is so perfect and bright Wherefore pardon of good men I required The christians. Your pen and your mind Are both of one kind And fit for such an heart As owl in the night Without ghostly sight Ye play a knavish part. Attendite a falsie prophetis qui venisitad vos. Math. 7. Of such wolves beware As lay forth a snare Of outward holiness. Queritis interficere hominem q veritatem locuius. Ioh●. 8. For they do not else But play the rebels Against god's righteousness. The papist. If any man else be grieved with this Let them take it even as it is And I pray God them to amend I think with charity them to tell As I find written in the gospel To the law of God we should attends. The christians. Like a braynyshe dolt Ye shoot forth your bolt As bold as bayard blind ye love the gospel As the devil of hell Here after we shall it find Attendite popule meus legem meam. Psal. 77 Attend to god's law And to his word draw All you that faithful be Cavete a fermento Phariseorsi quid est hipo. Luc. 12. The leaven eschew Of pharisees untrue If ye love the verity. The papist Some of late with themselves persuaded Out of the shallow so fair they waded That they felt no ground. They had thought us to have blinded And of the truth us to have winded But now their deceits be found. The christians. If people be ill They shall be so still For aught that ye bring here Your doctrine is chaff Your rhyme dirty draff It is unsavoury gear. Linguis suis do lose agebant, judica illos. Rom. 3. The language of lies A false harlot tries To seek a wicked pray. Sicut novacula acutafecisti dolum. Psa. 51. With colours to carp As a razor sharp To wipe god's truth away. The papist. Let no man be so stiff necked To think himself so highly in learning decked Standing in his own conceit. For if thou or he be in the wrong Thou nor he can not be so strong But the devil for the hath a bait. The christians. Stand you where ye list Ye are a papist In learning very base To come for refuge To such a pilled judge Is for to seek an ass. Si lumen quod in te est tenebre sint. Math 6. Your minds are so dark Ye seek but the bark And therein ye remain. Velamen positum est super cor eorum. 2. cor. 3. Ye hold fast the letter And will have no better The spirit ye do disdain. The papist There were heretics that never would cease But from us to take unity and peace So among us they did fight. In their blindness so far gone they were That of God they had no dought or fere. All to destruction was their delight. The christians. Is there one alive Which can ye deprive Of that ye never had▪ Of strife and debate Sedition and hate Your kind was ever glad. Contritio & infelicitas in vijs eorum. Psal. 9 Ye labour and speak To destroy and break The vineyard of the lord Vinea domini exercituum domus Israel est. Esa. 5. Of the loss thereof Ye make a but a scof As Isaiah doth record. The papist. Christ willeth us to take good heed Of these seducers for we had need To●e the scripture and se. From their followers let us refrain For small charity in them remain As seemeth unto me. The christians. Yourself is the seed Of deceitful weed As your fruits doth report For less charity In men can not be Than in your popish sort. Nemo vos seducatinan ibus verbis. Eph. 5. The false crafty spies Come in with there lies All men of them beware Venit hora, ut omnis qui interficit vos. joh. 16. They have not there fill Till they slay and kill No innocentes they spare. The papist. And a man against them write or speak Some there be will him cruelly entreat I marvel they are so bold Theridamas was a thing made of late Some had indignation therate And openly began to scold. The christians. When we find ye bold In your popery old Thereof we do ye tell Your poets we touch For shaking their pouch And show whereof they smell. Imitantur illum, qui sunt ex part illius. Sap. 2. They follow the devil Which seek to do evil And are upon his side. Vos expatre diabolo estis, & opera. joha 8. The proud papists all With the priests of ball Do take him for their guide. The papist. But truly it shall not a whit sliylle Let them babble even there fill It is so hot it may not abide. For an heretic will they defend By the kings laws justly condemn And say a christian man he died. The christians. Who are more bablars And frautycke fablars Than prattling papists be? We know none heretics Nor traitorous schismatics But your affinity. Nunquid potest homoignen abscondere in sinew The bosom hath fire Prou. 6. Of fleshly desire Where spiritual fathers be▪ Masculi relicto naturali usu femine exarserunt. Rom. 1. With conscience adust They burn in their lust And work moche vanity. The papist. Some be afraid his confession to show openly In print the● will not have it verily The cause once known. To his part themselves somewhat bend Now they fear they shall be shent such ghostly sedes had they sown. The christians. Ye give dirt for flynte The thing is in print That ye grudge at so sore It is not unknown What sedes ye have sown In this realm here tofore. Quod timetimpius, veniet supereum, Pro. 10. That the wicked dought Shall light on their snought Theridamas church must have a fall. Omnis plantatio quam non plantavit pate●▪ Math. 15 What God hath not sown Nor the gospel known Shall be turned over all. The papist. Woe be to them that fain so outward And be so pestilent envious inward To a grave may I like them in deed. That is without set full of goodly stones Within full of stinking rotten bones Look the gospel and tede. The Christian. Like these, rat, and mouse The poor widows house Your bellies doth devour Ye suck up the fat For straining a gnat In your usurped power. We vobis, quia similes estis sepulcris de albatis. Mat. 23. Who are the white graves But such romish knaves And painted hypocrites. Audite verbum domini principes sodomorun, Esa. 1. As under pretence Of chaste continence Do play the sodomites. The papist. They that be full of iniquity Shall never come in Christ's company Except they do amend. God commandeth those people to walk That against men maliciously do talk And with peace do contend. The christians. If Christ do refuse All such as abuse The glory of his name Ye chaplains of ball Must needs have a fall And come to utter shame Discedite a me omnes q operamini iniquitatem. Math. 7 Ye lobbryshe lurkars And idle workars Hence fro me, saith the lord Frustra me colunt docentes doctrinas. Marc. 7. Your own ways ye use And my laws refuse Like as your fruits record. The papist. Some heretylico of late as I think Were loath that their flesh should stink Above the earth or within They looked ever and hoped for a day But they were brent all three by the way And taken in there own gin. The Christian. Attraytours ye wink Natfeling there stink So many as hath been For a day they wrought When ye no less thought Ye may know what I mean. In insidijs suis capiuntur inique▪ etc.▪ Pro. 10. In your popish mask The grand captain ask Was trapped in his turn Durum est tibi contra stimulum calcitra▪ act. 9 Ye may see by this What danger it is Against gods▪ truth to spurn The papist. To speak of good works it were a shame They loved not to hear of that name But sola fides and none other There tongues ran so moche upon faith But their hearts were far thence as Crist saith There lips and hearts were far asunder The christians. They never denied such works as faith tried But your apish fantasies Your tongues and your hearts pay neither good parts In your latin memories. Populus hic labijs me honorat cor eorum, Exe. 33. Your labour of lips Is so dry as chips God doth it not esteem. Vostransgredimini mandatum dei propter Math. 15 Ye leave gods precept To have your own kept Wherein ye do blaspheme. The papist. If thou wilt take the bible book And upon saint james pistle look There you shall I trow see How faith is there truly applied And good works with him tied See how they do agree. The christians. Paul only of faith Of works saint james saith God doth us justify Before God faith then And works before man Concludeth this controversy. Fides sine operibus mortua est, jaco. ●2. The works that you make True faith do not wake For why they are but chaff. Nolite margaritas ponere ante porcos, Math. 7 God's word doth define That ye are but swine Yefede in spoylle and draff. The papist. If thou wilt a faithful christian man be Look thou have faith, hope, and charity And do thou good for ill Let thy mouth & thy heart be without envy That pleaseth God & the king let it please the And his mind fulfil. The christians. All one are those three And never dysgre Where faith is rooted fast Our lord God and king Ye have weighed nothing In your old practise past. Pro. 24 Time dominum filimi, & regem My son of all thing Fear God and thy king Thus Solomon doth say. Achitophel contra david consilium dedit▪ 2. re. 17. With achitophel Ye papists rebel And all your kings betray. The papist. To speak of holy bread and holy water I intend not to meddle with that matter But leave it as it is Let us one for an other pray With good hope as long as we may That we may come to heaven's bliss The christians. Old holes do not clout Lest ye be spied out But tarry yet a time heaven will not be got With your psalms by note It is to high to climb. Tu domine singulariter in speconstituistime, Psal. 4. All they hope in vain That still do remain In the dregs op popish laws. Sapientia huius mundi stultitia est apud deum ●. cor. 3. Live they never so long There friends here among They shall die very daws. The papist. To pray for them that this world hath past I think surely we may not be aghast Look the scripture of I lie. Reed the Maccabees softly thorough out And ye shall find it no doubt If you your dylygencs do apply. The christians. Where Christ set no way. For dead men to pray It can not them avail That the Maccabees tell Shall be no gospel Where other scriptures fail. Salubris est cogitatio pro defunctis exorate. 2. ma. ●2 To make any moan For souls that are gone It is unfaithfulness justorum anime in manu dei sunt. ●api. 3. For they feel no rod In the hands of god But peace and quietness. The papist. I write not this intending to preach Neither taking upon me any man to teach My learning is not meet But because under holy pretente We should not hide these heretics offence But tread it under our feet. The Christian. Ye utter such trash And pilled haberdashe As lay long in your mind But look ye still hide All treason and pride Of your old popish kind. Noui● dominus viam justorum, & iter impiorum. Psal. 1. All ways of the just The lord hath discussed The priests dwell in their dreams Dereliquerunt fontem aque vive, & foderunt. Hie. 2. In their dung they lie Like boors in a sty For mud they leave the streams. The papist. They that think that barns was holy In their brains there is great folly judge other men what they can Surely he was by himself alone To contend with him duest not one He was so proper a man. The Christian. As Paul doth record We are of the lord To him we stand or fall Take heed lest ye swerver For he doth reserve Right judgement for ye all Abhominantur imp● eos, qui in recta via sunt. Eccl. ●● Ye wicked papists In your drowsy mists Abhor the simple sort Quid nam est hoc? quae doctrina hec nova Marc. 1● Ye do not regard God's word to be hard But give it ill report. The papist. But if the devil were here and brent Some would him piteously lament In their hearts they be so kind His confession should be kept as treasure And with some believed above measure They are now so blind. The Christian. If they take his part That scripture pervert Stand you among his friends. A dirty believe To the blind ye give To recreate their minds Non est in ore eorum veritas, cor eorum van●●. Psal. 5. Your faith is so weak No truth can ye speak But hate all godly ways O pastor & idolum derelinquens gregem. Zach. 11 Ye rob Christ's flock And give them a mock In all your juggling plays. The papist, All ill thoughts in our hearts let us eschew And like true subjects to our prince continue We shall find it ease. To his pleasure let us incline And not against his acts to repine So God we shall please. The christians. The false fox that god Doth compass some fraud By his false stattering toys Dyslemblars untrue Many princes rue Among these worldly joys In cogitation tua regi non detraha● Eccl. 10. Who doth a king hate? But papists that prate Against all godliness Sacerdotes beliscum suis concubinis in posturan. Dani. 14 Bells dirty divines With their concubines Hath wrought all filthiness. The papist. There is not in the world so wide Set this little land aside That hath so noble and gentle a king. Wherefore let us all in one pray Even to God both night and day That long may he over vo be ●aygnynge. The christians. God save christian kings From your practisynges For mischief ye intend Erom haters of truth Good seldom enseuth Our prince the lord defend Beatate▪ ra, cuius rex nobilis est. Eccl. 10. Happy is that soil Where christian men toil Under a faithful king Irritum fecistis pactum levi, propter quod▪ Mal. 2. Where priests do remain And scripture disdain It is an heavy thing. Finis. ☞ The appendyces or conclusion. NO buzzard so blind But now sperueth his mind Now cometh hag and tag And shaketh out their bag They turn out their trash And show their haberdashe There pylde pedlarye And scald scullerye. Our old romish rust Leapeth out of the dust With a cankered face All void of god's grace Thinking once again In England to rain And be had in price To maintain all vice. sir johan now is bold In each place to scold Where men do not care For pylde popish ware He doth them accuse And say they refuse The laws of the lord bringing false record They have a new cast The scriptures to wrest And wring out of frame To their utter shame From truth they do swerver There purpose to serve And care not for god Nor his rightful rod. Lord pity thy flock Whom now the priests mock Stir up princes hearts To stand on their parts Lest papists have power Thy lambs to devour Whom upon the rood Thou boutest with thy blood. Amen. ☞ God save the king.