A BRIEF RELATION OF THE GLEAN OF THE IDIOTISMES AND ABSURDITIES OF MILES CORBET Esquire, Councillor at Law, Reorder and Burgess for Great Yarmouth.  
By ANTHO: ROILY, Student in the Mathemagicks.  
Printed in the Year, 1646.   

A brief Relation of the Glean of the Idiotismes and Absurdities of MILES CORBET Esquire, etc.  

GOds, Goddesses, or Muses, I invoke not,  
Or (in this Case) to great Apollo spoke not:  
Nor Jove's swift Thighborne Son, winged Mercury  
Shall (in these following Lines) my Muse supply,  
The man I mean to write of is a Theme  
That flows upon me, like a flowing stream.  
Not Thames in England, or fair 
a Seine a River in France ' which runs at Paris, as Thames doth at London.  Seine in France  
Were ever greater Floods of Ignorance.  
I writ of wit and wisdom's Inundation  
Of high and mighty Policies Relation  
Of things that only are for a Precise man  
And fare above the reach of any wise man,  
Of one that is in shape an 
b M. Corbet is as black without as within.  Ethiopian,  
And in Religion a profound 
c Of no Religion.  Utopian,  
Skilled in the learned Laws with such increase,  
That he'll deserve a fee to hold his 
d He can speak so much to the purpose that he doth most good, when he says nothing.  peace.  
His heart is fired with zeal, and with a warm mouth  
He pleads, as grand Recorder of great Yarmouth.  
He's a most stiff Cathedral hater, yet  
The State to make him 
e Cathedra, quasi Chair.  Chaire-man held it fit,  
Poor Ministers (whom he deems scandalous)  
His power hath made 'em, not worth scant a louse,  
He's Chairman also, for th' Examinations  
And hath a Bosom full of Reservations,  
He's Chairman for the Soap, to keep you cleanly,  
As fare as is from Edinburgh to Henly,  
And by the Parliaments most Grave direction  
He sways Newcastle-Coles by his 
f A very suitable dignity.  Complexion.  
he's Chaire-man for the Salt, (a place most savery,)  
And with it seasons all the Kingdom's 
g Or the Rebel's knavery.  slavery,  
he's Chaire-man also General and Particular  
Over all Causes, in these times Canicular;  
Above all persons both Divine and Secular  
Within the bounds of Britain's square Orbicular.  
And though Dame Nature made him not a fair man,  
Yet Art made him an 
h A meddler in every Committee.  universal Chairman.  
Wit, Wealth, or Fortune, made him a Recorder,  
And Knight invisible of the forked Order,  
Which is an honour 
i But Vulcan was not dubbed by a Justices Clark.  Vulcan had from Venus,  
From which degree our fates will hardly wean us.  
His voice more grievous than a Fevor Tertian,  
Irrevocable, like the Medes or Persian,  
And (Error proof) he can deny or grant,  
Like 
k Three Judges in hell.  Minos, Aeacus, or. Rahdamant,  
And they are all three Masters of the Chair  
To whose possession he's th' adopted heir,  
For he's the Cornucopia, that abounded  
With all the virtues that adhorns 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 
l He hath the art of multiplication, and Substraction.  mountain crimes, can turn to molehills small  
He can make guiltless guilty, guilty guiltless,  
As soon as Cutlers can make swords be hiltlesse.  
This is the Miles, whom millions more of miles,  
Cannot o'er reach in stratagems and wiles,  
This is the Miles, worth more, by more than half  
Then are the Famous miles of Walthams' Calf;  
And though nine miles, that calf did travel then  
To suck a Bull, yet dry came home again,  
Yet hath our mighty Miles such happy luck.  
He's Miles and Taurus both for Calves to suck.  
I'll not presume to call him 
m His Admiring audience, are the Calves that do suck the Bull of his wisdom.  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 distined 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 
n It is a catching disease.  case, are scarce shot free.  
Now must I write of something accidental,  
Wise grave absurdities, high Parliamental:  
And therefore (Readers) with advice take heeding  
Whilst I add Vice, to Edify your reading.  
But I must now retract my lines before,  
No Goddess, God, or Muses to implore:  
Although I crave not these, I humbly crave  
That I Will Summers' learned Muse may have,  
Or Patch, the Cardinals Stultus, or Tom Derry,  
Or Muckle John, whose talk a man would weary,  
Or Archy (foolish Knaveries precious jewel)  
Let all their wisdoms to my Muse bring fuel,  
Let all these aid me, for I have a talk  
That rumbles in my verses like a Laike.  
These Muses, minds and spirits, if they infuse me,  
If I do err all wisemen will excuse me,  
For sure, he is a man of small Engine  
That stoops so low to set his wit to mine;  
I do protest my Satyr's Chaps are muzzled,  
And my Invention ne'er so much was puzzled,  
For Corbet and his Clerk of Peace, and Quorum,  
A 
o First Idiotis. a dog bound over to the Quarter sessions.  Butcher humbly made complaint before 'em,  
That Master 
p A Physician in Yormouth, & his diligent dog was a Spaniel.  Colmans' dog had such deceit  
That if his Master touched a piece of meat  
The Dog so diligently eyed and watched  
That unespyed, strait the meat he catched.  
Grave Corbet hearing both sides, right and left,  
Said, that by Law all Felony is thoft,  
And therefore that false Dog for his transgression  
I'll bind him over to the Quarter-Session.  
In 
q 2 Idiotism. that to confess and deny, is all one.  Yarmonth there are little Lanes, called Rows  
Near which the tide continual Ebbs and flows;  
Which places are oftnoyd, with fishes Garbage,  
With dirt and filthy soil of weeds & Herbage;  
there's a Decree, that who so souls the street  
(Or Row) and doth not keep it clean and sweet,  
Are at the Sessions doomed, and fined by Law  
Whereby Delinquents much are kept in awe.  
Miles Corbet, whose grave wisdom sought to prune all,  
(Mounted in state upon his high Tribunal)  
One of the Dwellers faulty was accused  
That he with filth and soil 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 lie,  
Confession may perhaps some way redress it,  
And Sir, you must acknowledge or confess it.  
To which an 
r M. Anthony Speck.  Alderman did answer make;  
Sir, I suppose your wisdom doth mistake:  
You are besides the matter quite and clean,  
Acknowledge or deny (I think) you mean,  
Good Sir, quoth Corbet, pray let me alone,  
Is not t' acknowledge and 
s Acknowledge and deny, and deny and acknowledge, do agree like Ling & Cabbadge.  deny all one?  
A Crew of tattered 
t Idiotism. 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 'em something for Christ Jesus sake:  
He being charitable (though no Lover  
Of poor Folk) did for Gypsies bind them over.  
The Beggars all appeared unto the suit,  
But no man did against them prosecute,  
And being then before the judge to answer,  
Grim Corbet, (with a visage stern as Cancer)  
Accused them all as Gypsies, the judge said,  
Though they are poor and Roguishly arrayed;  
I do demand, who prosecutes them here,  
They all replied, 'Tis that black Justice there;  
And we beseech your Lordship judge, and see  
Who looks most like a Gipsy, he, or we.  
A Fellow late, whose honesty was little,  
Joined 
u 3. Foolery. Master Corbet would teach a Knave to get a Bastard.  Giblets with a wench unchaste and brittle.  
It fell so in, and out, her womb did swell,  
Her bigness, her disease did plainly tell;  
The business of the Fellow and the Wench,  
Was brought before Miles Corbet on the Bench,  
Who being one that Lechery did hate,  
Did the Delinquent, chide, revile, and Rate.  
Quoth Miles, this Woman's Belly doth appeach you,  
And how to get a Bastard I will teach you,  
I'll teach you get a Bastard: Sirrah, I  
Will make you think on't Sitha, till you die.  
With that a man that sat him near unto,  
Said Sir, I think 'tis more than you can do;  
You cannot teach him, for his skill is great,  
The Spiritual Court knows twice he has done that feat.  
All's one, quoth Corbet, tell not me what's what,  
I'll teach him get a Bastard for all that.  
In Yarmouth Town, one Widow 
x 4. Idiotism. To sue a man for seeking his own goods, that were stolen from him.  Stigold was,  
That kept a shop of Coppar, Tin, and Brass,  
The Woman in her shop did buy and sell,  
And drove a good trade; but mark what befell,  
She trading thus in many a sort of Mettle,  
A Thief sold her a misbegotten Kettle.  
Quick search was made, the Kettle being sound,  
The Buyer by Grim Corbet over was bound  
To answer it at Yarmouth Sessions, where  
Her 
y Her shop was lawful to buy & sell in; and the owner found it on her stall.  self for buying it did fully clear.  
The Black Recorder gave her 
z This was foolish Knavish Council, for it cost the poor woman near 7 l. of which Master Corbet had a large proportion for Facs.  Council then,  
She with the accuser to have a bout again  
At Norwich City, where at the Assize  
The business micht be tried by Nisi prize;  
There the grave judge did of the Woman ask,  
Who counselled her to such a●idle task,  
A lawless suit against the 
a There was no Law for the Woman to sue the man, for the man fought but his own goods.  man to bring  
His accusation being for the King.  
She said that Master Corbet bade her to do it,  
Or else she hever had had mind unto it;  
The judge espied one Master William Grace,  
And said to him I pray you go your way:  
Tell Corbet from me, that he is a Fool,  
And (for more skill in Law) may go to school.  
Straight Master 
b M. Grace did not do his message at Norwich, but at Yarmouth, at the Bailiffs house, where Corbet dined.  Grace went, lought, and chanced to find  
The man 'mongst Gentlemen, whom half had dined,  
Whereas he told him, that without delay  
He had a message from the judge to say.  
What is it secret, he replied again,  
Grace answered nay, Be't known unto all men,  
My Lord (the judge) commands me tell you this,  
You are a Fool, and that mine errand is.  
The Guests round, (inwardly) did smile and flout,  
(For they all loved him like the Pox or Gout)  
And angry Miles said Grace, I'll thus conclude,  
Because you brought to me this message rude,  
Expect from me, no further grace or favour  
I'll bind you over to the good Behaviour.  
For that (quoth Mr Grace) I do not care,  
You may do if you will, do if you dare.  
One Mr 
c 5. Idiotism. To study, if monday were monday, or not.  Stains (Aturney by profession)  
In Christmas time, asked when was Yarmouth Session:  
Wise Corbet, on his Thumbs ends took advising,  
And all his five wits wisely Catechising;  
He said, if Plowlick 
d The monday after Twelve-day, so called by the Husbandmen in Norfolk, because on that day, they do 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 ask M. Roe, an Alderman of Yarmouth, if monday would fall to be monday that year.  Roe,  
As I do take it, sure it must be so.  
The Tuesday next the Session's 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 juggling Cunning 
e 6. Idiotism. To hang a man for an old Almanac being found in his Study.  man of fame,  
A nicknamed Conjurer, Mark Prime by name:  
Whose skill was in Astrology so great  
That by that Art he many Folks did cheat.  
This Mark (pray mark me now what here I writ)  
Can many Fiends and Planets names recite,  
And more strange Magic words from him would drop,  
Then are in an 
f He would name Coloquintida, Assafetita, Zarzaparilla. 3. Bitter, stinking, & pocky Devils; besides Polipodi. 'em, Bowl Armoniac, Vnguentum Cam. phiratum Album, Galba●um, Auxungia Porcina, etc.  Apothecary's shop,  
He would (with an impregnible brass forehead)  
Talk of the Zones, the Fridgid, and the T●rred,  
And from Parnassus' Mount, or Agannippe,  
He seemed it out do, Cornelius called Agrippe.  
'Twas thought this Mark knew all the devils in Hell,  
And famed t'erect a figure excellent well:  
Wherefore the Country Folkes admired his Art  
That if they had lost Cow, Calf, Horse or Cart,  
Or silver spoon, or Bodkin, Knife or Ring,  
Or Millstone, Windmill, Cork, or any thing  
Heavy or 
g From the ponderous weight of a Lady's F●n, to the lightness of a Sow of Lead.  light, 'twas still his happy lot  
To help the People to their goods, or not.  
This Mathematic man, this cheat Mark Prime,  
Did gull the People still from time to time  
So fare, that in Complaints they all agreed  
To tell Miles Corbet all their griefs with speed.  
He gravely hearing many things alleged  
Faults mixed with faults, together interwedged,  
So that to Prison Prime was straight 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,  
Historical, and Philosophical.  
Amongst the rest they chanced to find a Book  
Called Moulsons Almanac, which straight they took  
And showed 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 clear the doubt;  
As fit as any Mare is for a Cradle,  
Or any Sow for an Embroidered Saddle:  
As suitable as sawdust, and roast beef,  
For Moulsous Almanac is but a brief  
Of the famed fabulous Sheperds' 
h A Book of merry fortune telling, with the forms of Dice, Stars, etc.  Calendar;  
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 clear excused  
Yet when Miles Corbet the strange book produced  
And opened it, did show it to the jury,  
And said to them, my Masters I assure ye,  
This Book is damnable and dangerous,  
He hath described here each Celestial House;  
He names Albumazer, Copernicus,  
Rombombonax, and Mephistopheles,  
Here's pictures of the Bull, Bear, Goat and Lion,  
Here's names of Lucifer, and of Oryon.  
And therefore jury mark your charge this time,  
There's in that book enough to hang Mark Prime.  
With that an understanding man or 
i One of them was M. Tho: Chesshire a Divine.  twain,  
The substance of the book did straight explain  
To be as fare from Master Corbets talk  
As Oatmeal is from eggs, or cheese from chalk.  
By that books virtue we dare both to swear  
No man can ever be a Conjurer.  
They therefore prayed the jury to conceive  
The Law cannot a man of life bereave  
For any thing which that book doth contain;  
With that the Jury went and came again  
And by their Verdict, Prime not guilty found  
Escaped a Popham Check, twixt Sky and Ground.  
And there the learned Recorder gained much credit  
As some said, if they did not lie that said it. 
k 6. Idiotism how M. Corbet, and his man Nocky being both drunk, fell into a sandhole in Yarmouth Deans.  With neither lies or fables here I mock ye;  
Miles Corbet and squire, (sweet Tony Nockey)  
Road like knights errand to make inquisition  
And find unlicenc'd Alehouses condition;  
Like Spain's black Knight, (Don John de fisty kanco)  
Or valiant Don Quixot, and Sancho Pancho,  
Adventerously they put their feet in stirrups  
To punish Victuallers and to taste their Syrups.  
The very Visage of Miles was so dreadful  
That fear filled many an hosts heart and headful;  
Th' affrighted tiplers for a Bugg-bear took him;  
He looked so g●im the devil 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 man's  
They searched the measure of Pots, juggs and khans,  
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 Master 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 folks saw their riders not appear  
The fear was great, that both the man and master  
Had met with knaves, or theives or some disaster;  
Then Lanterns were hung out, and bells were Rung,  
And search was made, with travel & with tongue.  
To find those men (if they were super ground)  
Although they both were better lost then found,  
At last they well came home, sound wind and limb  
(But in a strange and metamorphosed trim)  
Their hats, their cloaks, 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 cheerful Bells were mute,  
The darkened Lamhorns Candles snuffs did stink,  
And in this joy no man their healths did drink.  
One Master 
l 8. Idiotism, The great Bible brought into the Pulpit, scandalous.  Webbe, full fourscore year of age  
At Basingstoke had spent his pilgrimage,  
Was fetched unto the Parliamental City,  
Where Corbet, Chair Committee-man (most witty)  
Taxed him, that he offensive Doctrine taught  
And the great Bible to the Pulpit brought,  
Which (to the people) was so much offensive  
Unedifying, 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 
m Corbet told the old man, Sir, we have nothing to do with your Scandalum Data, and Scandalum Acceptums here, for we say here, that that is an offence at which the People are offended  Acc●ptum., it may be,  
It may be scandal taken, though none given,  
And I to such an Exigent am driven,  
That having li●'d so long, (I pray you mark)  
And that with extreme age my fight is dark;  
My Clerk 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 plead; and plead in vain,  
He must no more his Benefice retain;  
These words of his, no fat●s faction giving,  
Was Voted by Miles Corbet from his Living.  
Another 
n 9 Idiotism. Want of teeth scandalous.  Minister in Let●●stershire,  
Lived in his Parish five and fifty years  
Twice every Sunday he did preach and pray,  
And none his life or Doctrine could gainsay;  
At last (with extreme age) his T●eeth were shed,  
That few o● none were left within his head,  
And want of teeth his speech did so impair,  
That the Complaint was brought before the Chair  
Where Mighty Miles did tell the old man plainly  
That in his preaching all his talk was vainly,  
Because his tongue lifped hollow inwardly,  
Whereby the people could not Edify.  
The old man answered, he had preached so long  
That he had almost preached out teeth and tongue,  
Yet (for all that) he would his Function follow  
And pray and preach, although his Voice were hollow;  
Then stout Sir Thomas Barrington did say,  
In this Emergent Cause spend not the day:  
I would have this grave man be ruled by me,  
And to divide his Benefice agree;  
You shall have half (old man) and take no pain,  
The other shall an abler man maintain;  
You shall do nothing, and have half your store,  
The other shall do all, for as much more.  
To which wise speech, the Reverend Pastor said,  
I'll put my Clothes off, when I go to Bed,  
My Benefice and I, year's halt a hundred  
And five, have been conjoined, should not be sundered,  
'Twas unto me, my Portion and my Lot,  
By Simonaick means I had it not;  
I've preached in season oft, and out of season,  
And to deprive me now, there's little reason:  
I have preached long, and hope to preach again.  
T' be understood, by understanding men.  
Not Amsterdam, or Edinburgh, or Leeth,  
 punished Preacher for his want of Teeth,  
My heart and tongue are both upright, I know,  
And with them both my diligence I'll show,  
My Living is my my Life, and I'll apply  
To live in't (as I have done) till I die.  
Then most sententiously wise Corbet spoke,  
And willed the Parson his advice to take,  
And do as wise Sir Thomas Barrington  
Had Counselled him, all further strife to shun.  
The old man answered, 'twas not avarice  
Or any thing that Miser's, held in price,  
But if he should make such a Resignation,  
It would ope wide the gates of Innovation,  
And any Preacher, so might be ejected  
By fools, if they his Doctrine disaffected,  
I'll keep my Pars'nage (Sans) desire of pelf,  
And though I'm old, I'll cut my Bread myself.  
The Chairman could not handsome answer utter,  
Yet he with his associates, whispering mutter:  
Some things the old man's 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 than you all,  
I'm wiser sure than some of you are here,  
And as for honesty, I'll make't appear  
In that point, all of you I do defy,  
And he doth lie, that dares to say I lie.  
One Doctor 
o 10. Idiotis. Scandalous to say Venial & Mortal sins, but neither scandalous or Popish, to say Venial and Damnable.  Vtey, (a man grave and learned)  
Who well distnctions (Controverse) discerned,  
Was taxed before Miles Corbet, and his Many all,  
For making odds 'twixt Mortal sins and venial:  
The Black Recorder did demand straight way  
What (in this Case) the witnesses could say,  
For Vtey's taxed, that he would often strike  
Upon distinctions Romish Catholic;  
One said Sins Damnable, he said, I wots  
Sins Venial, and Sins Mortal he said not:  
A second man the first man's words averred,  
Why then (quoth Corbet) thus the Case is cleared,  
If Vtey had said Venial sins and Mortal,  
He then had opened wide the Popish Portall:  
But since both Damnable and Venial were  
His words; from Popish Doctrine he is clear.  
When 
p 11. Idiotis. M. Corbet and his Brethren ignorant of their Creed.  this last 
q Draco was a Lawmaker of Athens, reported to have written his Laws in Blood.  Draco Parliament began,  
Began the fall of every honest man:  
All Laws of God and Man were disannulled,  
The People (from their States) racked, pulled, and gulled,  
They (from the King) did take no more, but ALL.  
Their Rapine was so Epidemical.  
The Protestant Religion was their plea,  
And how to drown, and sink the Popall Sea;  
Whilst Protestantisme is extinct Confounded,  
By Brownism, Anabaptism, and the Round-head,  
And Rome's great Sea by them is justifide,  
In their accursed attempting Regicide.  
London our England's great Metropolis,  
Seemed to be grieved with some Monopolies;  
That City e'rst for their Allegiance famed,  
For Disallegiance through the whole world shamed;  
They grieved for Shipmonyes, and petty things,  
The Right Prerogatives of former Kings,  
They grieved much, and grumbled at all these,  
And then (like Fools) to seek amiss for ease;  
The King's Prerogative was lighter fare,  
Then half their Taxes in Rebellious War.  
For they by Orders, Ordinance, and Votes,  
T' have stripped the People even from their Coats;  
In this beginning, young, old, more and less,  
Made Universal 
r They cried out, as the jews did, when they said, His Blood be upon us, and our Children; So these men whom they cried up, hath been the shedders of their Bloods, with their children's.  Noise for Burgesses:  
Amongst the rest, a swarm of Sectaries  
At Yarmouth, Corbet, Corbet, Corbet, Cries,  
Who straight to Westminster, did make Repair,  
And there, Enthroned in the Committee Chair.  
Then presently to Yarmouth he sent down,  
That what aggrievances were in the Town,  
He willed 'em that to him they should express it,  
And he would take an order to redress it.  
Some Aldermen, some Common-council men,  
(In number twelve) sat in Committee then,  
John 
s A Woollen Draper  Carter. (Alderman) was chief that sat,  
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 saint that lived ●ere  
In God's fear, and Eternal Glory, where  
They do enjoy th' unspeakable fruition  
Of the Almighty's 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 fare beyond the grounds of my Profession  
To touch, or write of high Mysterious things,  
Or th' Incarnation of the King of Kings.  
But seeing unbelievers not Confide  
In him that for our sins was Crucifide,  
He that for us drank dry Gods wrathful Cup,  
He that laid down his Life, and took it up,  
He that did satisfy the Doom divine  
For all believing Souls, and so for mine.  
Shall I hear, that accursed Bla●phomie  
Is countenanced (against his Deity)  
By Parliament Apostates, shall I then  
Neglect to tell'em on't with Tongue and Pen;  
He that knows jesus Christ so much abused,  
And suffers it, shall not by him b' exonsed.  
And Readers, I your pardons Crave again,  
'Twas not the Raptures of an Idle Brain,  
Truth, only Truth, did the whole Truth I'll write.  
So help me God, as followeth Precite.   

The grand 
t at Yarmouth.  Committee whether cloa'kd or ground  
Sat at a Board, but whether square or Round  
I know not well, but words and speeches passed  
Against the preacher, till they said at last  
They heard him say, the blessed Saint Mary, she  
The holy Virgin, 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 wisdoms, circumstances weighing,  
They said, it was a grievance 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 pother  
Said, Peradventure she might be God's 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 impartial speed;  
With that those impure sanctified Zelots  
Did into two bags, drop their holy pelots▪  
And which bag there the most of bullets got,  
Caused her be stil'de the mother of God or not:  
And by one bullet which John Carter last,  
Put in one bag, the Virgin's Cause was cast.  
Was ever known such Irreligious sots,  
They might as well have drawn cuts, or cast lots,  
Or played at cross and pile, or handy dandy,  
Such fooleries had been 〈…〉 to bandy  
As bullets, though too many bandied are  
With as much sense in this Rebellious War.  
For understand good reader as you read,  
These poor Committee men knew not their Creed,  
They have denied the Christian Faith like Jews,  
And for Religion they may yet go choose;  
For our belief most plainly doth declare,  
That she, in her blessed womb God's Son did bear,  
And he was God, (as blessed Esaye saith)  
Which is a fundamental point of Faith;  
God is the Word, he and the word are one,  
The word was God, being God's Eternal Son;  
The Word was made 〈◊〉, and that word I know,  
Was, and is Jesus, let who dares say no;  
That Jesus was the Virgin's Son, and she,  
Of Jesus (God and Man) must Mother be.  
You fond Yarmonthians, what say you to this?  
How can you hope for everlasting bliss?  
That in your wand'ring fancies so do vary  
As to doubt Jesus for the Son of Mary,  
For such as dare say, Jesus is not God,  
Through want of Faith, shall down to hell betrod.  
Thus did the dullbraind doting, saithlesse dunces  
By th' Atheist 〈◊〉 of their leaden Soonces,  
With one poor senctific 〈◊〉, they cast down  
The honour which God gave her, and Renown  
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 fellows  
Unto the devil, who blows Rebellions bellows.  
But leaving these things, (serious and mysterious)  
Let's talk of Parliamental things Imperious,  
The business did bring up the Minister  
Before great Corbets throne at Westminster,  
Who gave th'accusers thanks, and said that he  
Unto their Godly judgements did agree.  
And presently a Warrant was dispatched,  
By virtue on't the Minister attached:  
Which Warrant was obscequiously observed,  
And in the very Chancel it was served.  
(For in such Zeal, Mil●s Corbe● will not falter,  
His horns dares gore, even at the horns of th' Altery  
The Minister obeyed, and straight Road up  
To Westminster, to taste afflictions Cup,  
Whereof they forced him drink a draught so great,  
That he is since deprived of drink and meat,  
Of House and Benefice, Goods, Children, Wife,  
Or any thing, that may maintain a Life:  
But that God's Mercies over all his Works,  
Whereby he lives, in spite of Jews or Turks.  
And when at Westminster he did appear,  
Where the Recorder sat, in's Supreme Chair;  
There Master Gordon (Counsellor at Law)  
Said such a great Blasphemer he ne'er saw  
Of heard of, and with quaking, shaking, shivering,  
He read the Article, with dreadful quivering,  
At which the whole Committee were ama●'d,  
And (terror struck) on one another gazed,  
There sat Miles Corbet, there sat all his writ,  
Sir Gilbert Pickering, next to him did sir,  
And Lowrey, a grave Cambridge Fishmonger,  
(A Burgess, and a learned Cosmographer:)  
There sat 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 abhorred,  
To call Blest Mary, Mother of God, our Lord.  
And one unto the Minister said thus,  
I will you 
u The Article was read, and the Minister said, I do confess this Article, Terminis Terminantibus, where one of the Committee said, Sir, I will Terminis Terminantibus you.  Terminis Terminantibus:  
Then Isaac Penington said to him, Sir,  
You stand not here Sir, as a Minister;  
Who to his worship's 〈◊〉 did reply,  
That in that Article he'd Liv●● Die,  
And whatsoever they 〈…〉 ache,  
To justify it, on himself he 〈◊〉  
And some 
x D. Hassall, Deane of Norwich, and others.  〈◊〉 were there, who duly said,  
God's 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 we'll 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' Union 〈…〉.  
These are the 〈◊〉, whom poor Fools d'obay,  
And in their Service fool their Goods away,  
Their Loyalties, their Lives, they 〈…〉  
Who are to God 〈…〉 and Kingdom's Foes:  
They have Robbed God, of Glory, 〈◊〉 the King,  
From him they would his Crown and Kingdoms wring;  
This have mad People 〈◊〉, and 〈◊〉 persist  
To kill, and to be killed for 〈◊〉.  
Good God their darkened 〈…〉,  
That they may 〈◊〉 their 〈◊〉 Estate,  
Whereby this Cursed Rebellion may decease,  
And hapless England, gain a happy Peace.   
FINIS.