TRUTH FLATTERS NOT: plain DEALING THE BEST.  
Lively demonstrating the true Effigies, life, and habit, of a self-exalting clergy; noted down in English and Roman Characters, easily spelled and construed by a mean capacity.  

The wife its truth well knows,  
The ignorant may learn,  
The guilty snuffs his nose,  
And pricked, thereat will spurn.   

search the ♡ and try the reins יהוה  I exalt the humble and bring down the proud look  personification of verity 
Learn of me to be meek and lo●v●ie   scorner 
a silly rub precher   priest  prelate 
priest prelate If my cap my vesture too   personification of heresy  depiction of battle  

1. POPE.  
WHo will have honours, and renown resort to me,  
Riches, and Honour, is my Gown and Livery.  
The World well know my Servants grow great Potentates,  
Though busy wights, their force unites, to work their fates.  
Who shall my holy laws observe, and Church obey,  
A dwelling place in Heaven shall have, or Hell for aye.   

2. PRELATE.  
Your proffers fair, and promise large, if they were true,  
Your oath, and promise, once discharge, give me my due;  
And help me now, who bears for you so much disgrace,  
Mock, scorn, and flout, yea casting out, of name and place.  
If this be Heaven, or entrance in, where they shall dwell,  
Who loves, obeys your Church and laws, what place is Hell.   

3. PRIEST.  
I hate the Pope, his poisoned cup, and trinkets all.  
The Bishop's deeds, and Romish weeds, to me are gall.  
Yet well I know, what Layickes owe unto our Coat,  
Reverence all way, good livings pay, is our just lot.  
Sects and unlearned, upstart jacks doth us defraud,  
Who to our shame, our power and name, have overawed.   

4. truth.  
Your bitter seeds, ambitious deeds, declares your heart,  
On such ill weeds, eagerly feeds; a Spirit tart.  
Wealth, Rule, and Fame, hath such a name, with you obtained,  
What's taught, or worn, may well be borne, if those be gained,  
Throw off that cap, let drop that bag, put up that sword,  
Learn of me to be meek and low, preach free this word.   

The wise all-seeing, glorious Majesty,  
Beholds each Action, Plot, conspiracy,  
That sinful men contrive, against him, and his,  
laughs them to scorn, but crownes his Saints with bliss.  
The Pope in state, presents a poisoned Cup,  
The Bishop's foiled by a poisoned sup;  
Ambition near his place, hath raised another,  
By gesture, cap and face, a larding Brother.   

The Sword and Bishops Casp he will approve,  
The other Robes his patience much doth move,  
They're known for Papal, and he's very loath  
To eat their meat, yet liketh well the broth:  
He's whispered in the ear, that Gold will make him,  
Whose rich grows great, honours still overtake him,  
Whilst simple Truth in threadbare garments go,  
Eyed with a scorn, and jeered by her Foe.   

Thus temporising with his wind-turned brain,  
Fantasies that best, which most is for his gain  
Purse from him that, which should him better teach,  
Endow with wisdom, riches, power, to preach;  
Verity hates the world's vain ways and toys,  
They down are hurled, their sight her soul annoys,  
She reads, learns, leads, the way to God above,  
His live, her move, to live in peace and love.   By T. P. a Well-willer of Verity, and honourer of Humility.  

Jmprimatur, G. M.   

LONDON, Printed by J. Coe, 1647.