THE Popes Comment UPON THE FAITH of JESUS. changelings unsatisfied with Times and Laws, Join with the Popeling Magpies and Jack-Daws: And so disfigure Jesus's Faith that none May know what Jesus's Faith, or what's their own. Christ's Ordinances all they so confounded, With seven Sacraments which they propound: Christ's Ordinance they scorn, and do defame; They change what's Christ's, & give their own Christ's name. Thus have Popes dealt with Christian Baptism, So naming Antichristian Rantism. Thus have Popes dealt with Supper of the Lord, Changing Christ's Table to an Altar-Board. And Midnight they have changed into Noon, Or any time of Day; or of the Moon. All these the Tripple-crowned little Horn, With Antichristian Times, and Laws suborn. I. Of BAPTISM. BAptism( at first) whole Rivers did frequent, And none admitted that did not repent. Proud Pharisees( reproved) John sent away, Refusing to baptize such Men as They. But Popes compel both Good and Bad to come, And be rantized catholics of Rome. Christ came from Galilee to be baptized, So highly was that Ordinance then prized: And when ( dipped) out of Jordan he ascended, The holy Dove upon his Head descended. And God( the more to ratify what's done) His Voice said, This is my Beloved Son. Christ( afterwards) and his Disciples came To River-Jordan where they did the same. In Aenon John baptized, and tells the ground, Because that many Waters there were found. Again, when Christ was risen from the dead, This Ordinance he thus encouraged: He that Believes, and is baptized shall be Hereafter saved in Eternity. Thousands believed the Gospel then, and They Baptized were by Thousands in a Day; Lydia, Narcissus, Jaylor, Stephanus; Housholds( believing) were baptized thus. Yet all come short of every Child new-born, Whom Popes get in their Antichristian-Horn. How many Millions of such Baby-Fees, Might drain the Pope's Revenues by Degrees. Three Mysteries from Baptism clearly flow, Which( Dippings in much Waters) plainly show. New Birth, Christ's Burial, and Righteousness; All three complete a Christians holy Dress. No Babe is born if part be in the Womb; None butted are if part be out of Tomb. No man's apparelled with a Vizard Face, And all the rest left naked to Disgrace. Sprinkling for Dipping! Vizards are their Urn; And Proxies for Believers serve their Turn. Peter baptized Believers penitent: Popes( if so stinted) might lose Cent. per Cent. Many Babes die before they sin at all; And many live in Sinners bitter gull. Infants( new-born) may number Fees more sure; And Sprinkling for Baptizing can endure. Their want of Faith by proxy Priests supply; And so made fit for Heaven if they die. Thus many Babes born newly from the Womb Cry, and( through Sprinkling) pass into the Tomb. Into this Labyrinth Popes have us led; Serpents for Fishes, Stones they give for Bread. Misnaming all the Means we have to save; Instead of Life they led us to the Grave. For Christs baptizing, they Popes-Sprinkling call; Instead of true believers Proxies all. They plunge in Drops, they dip in Basins; And All Aenons-Waters Priests hold in their Hand. Hear now the Sprinklers Gospel-Dictionary; Abstain from Laughter, and see how they Vary. Then John the Sprinkler to the Desert went, In Jordan Sprinkling all that did Repent. But the proud Pharisees he sent away, Unworthy then his Sprinkling to obey. Yet Christ from Nazareth to John did go, And Sprinkled in the River was also. Yea, afterwards, John-Sprinkler Sprinkling choose In Aenon, for much Water there arose. Thus Popes make all Barbarians in a Wood, And Wilderness of Words; none understood. So many Voices in the World( saith Paul) Yet distinct Meanings must be given all. What made John go to Aenon to Baptize, When Water in a Basin might suffice? Why Christ from Nazareth to Jordan went? And out of Jordan mentions his Ascent? A Sucking-Bottle sprinkled on the Face, Might serve their Journey, and their weary place. Why went both Philip and the Eunuch down Into the Water, for a Sprinkled Crown? This Glass may Wisdom's Children plainly teach, How to do Truth, and Lies how to Impeach. Now let's transmit our Thoughts to know what's next, And red( your selves) what is, or is not Text. II. Of the SUPPER. WAtch, Fast and Pray, Visit, give Alms, sing Songs; Each Duty unto Christians oft belongs. But when the time approacheth to the Feast, Let each wash Feet from Greatest to the Least. A Feast; a Night of solemn Celebration; Greatly to be observed with Admiration. A Night; that Night, so many hundred Years To be observed, before Christ once appears. A Night; that Night which Christ did then ordain, To eat his Supper till he comes again. That Night observed greatly to the Lord; No Night( of all the Nights) of such Record. Night was the Womb of Time that brought forth Light; And God himself gave Darkness name of Night. Night begins Day, and Day itself must cease, When Night comes on, and Darkness doth increase. Night every Day with Darkness doth entomb, And Night sends every Morning from the Womb. Each Night gives Resurrection to each Day; So interlarded Time doth pass away. Night receives labouring men with toil Oppress't; And brings the wearied Mind into its Rest. Night doth revive the Body and the Mind; Bodies, new Strength, and Mind fresh Thoughts doth find. God in thick Darkness dwells of mysteries, If Solomon speaks Truth, who was so Wise. But( maugre all) Pope-Changlings make no more Of Night or Day, than of an Alehouse score. The catholics make all things like Themselves, Common; Unclean; Prodigious horned Elves. That Night; in Twilight was the young Lamb killed; And Basins with the Blood, and entrails filled. The Skin they flay, and from the Body pluck; Lintels and Door-posts with the Blood were struck: Which( from the Angel) did the House secure, whilst Egypt did the dreadful stroke endure. Then the whole Lamb was roasted at the Fire, With Head and Legs, which did some time require. Then Israel did eat it all in hast, To Sup before that Midnight overpast. No sooner was the Passover thus ended, But the Lords Supper was to be attended; Of Bread and Wine; Christ's Body and Christ's Blood, As Crucified on( the) across of Wood. This is( that) Feast which comes but once a Year, As often as first full Moon doth appear. As— stints that( oft) abused Frequentative, till Sun and Moon in Ram the Earth revive. 〈◇〉, nor 〈◇〉, calls to Dine, But 〈◇〉— Sups that Night with Bread and Wine. Sad News for Rome: Ah beggarly poor Whore! bait Babes and Masses, and take half their Store. But Christ's Feast is not common;( bought with Blood;) Not( catholic) but( Sacred) 'tis so good. When they had eat, and drunk, a Hymn they sing, This holy Feast in Memory to bring. Then to the Fatal-Garden Iesus went, Where He( in Agony) some Hours spent. All his Disciples should have Watch't and prayed, But slept, till Iudas came, who him betrayed. Should such a Night rot out of Memory? Let Popes and Horn-men do't; so will not I. Behold a Room with Tapers all hung round, ( As in a solemn Funeral is found:) And in the midst a Table purely spread, Whereon a Cup of Wine, and Loaf of Bread; Are set to Solemnize Memorial, Of Flesh and Blood in Christ's own Funeral. Then( after their own Supper) Saints draw near, To be Partakers of this holy cheer. This Feast is called the Supper of the Lord, Which doth another note of Night afford. Men do not Sup at Noon, nor Dine at Night: Dinner for Noon, Supper for Candle-light. Better in holy things once to excel, Than thousand times to fail of doing well. The Bread( when broken) given is to eat; The Cup is also given after Meat. As lively Simbols to be understood, Christ's broken Body, and his Shedded Blood. Which( being done) their Hearts are joined in one, To Sing a Hymn of Praise to God alone. Can we do better than to Watch and Pray, As Christ, and his Disciples shew'd the way; Passing the Night in Duties several, Concluding with a Blessing over all? BUT Rome( a Beast that hath no Parallel) The Angel knew not to describe him well. He calls four Beasts, four Kings; above the rest, The fourth is called the most hideous Beast. The Angel of the Lord doth him discover, On seven Hills to Reign the World all over. Devouring, breaking, stamping under Feet; Destroying all that ever he could meet. Describing seven Heads; on them Horns ten: All crwoned Kings; no ordinary Men. At last a Little-Horn comes after all; Roots up three Horns, and riseth by their Fall: Wearing three Crowns upon his Papal-Head, Which struck the World with Wonder, and with Dread. Eyes had it as a Man, and Looks more stout Than all his Fellows, looking round about. He also hath above his staring Eyes A Forehead written full of Blasphemies. A Mouth that speaketh wonderful great things Against Christ Jesus who is King of Kings. Thinking to change both Times, and Laws each hour; Wearying, and killing Saints with all his Power. Into the Throne of God he doth advance, showing that He is God of Spain and France. Yea, he lays claim to England with the rest; Nothing will satisfy this ravenous Beast. This is( that) Beast; that Triple-crowned Horn, Which Times and Laws of Truth with Lies suborn. New Lords, new Laws; the Scene is altered now; For unto Popes all Kings their Knees do bow. There was but one God once; Popes make God-makers; And changelings are above all God-forsakers. One Christ, once Crucified, once sufficed; Popes make so many they are now despised. Our Saviour unto Heaven shew'd the way: Popes make a thousand Saviours in a Day. And on an Altar they do them install; They know no Table of the Lord at all. And as to Supper, all times serve their Turn; A Mass at Noon, or Night, if Tapers burn. His Lamps can burn out Day-light, though at Noon; And Shutters blindfold Day-light quiter as soon. For all their ways are of a blackish Die, Where Truth transformed is into a lye. Thus all their chapels are dark lanterns made; They neither want for Darkness nor for Shade. The Bread and Wine( common to all Partakers:) Wafers to People now; Wine to God-makers. The Bread( when broken) given is to all; A whole Christ( now) to every share doth fall. Each Wafer a whole Christ, when once 'tis hallowed: How many Christs hath every Papist swallowed? Yet all these Saviours go to Purgatory, With those that swallowed them. A doleful Story. And thus ends all their Glory with their Hope; There let us leave them with their Pagan-Pope. But let us only Heaven meditate, For thither will our Saviour us translate. Deteriora sequor; video meliora, proboque. London Printed for T. Robinson. 1682.