Balaams' ASS Cudgeled: Or the Cry of TOWN and COUNTRY AGAINST Scandalous and Seditious Scribblers.  
WHat ails the Ass? How comes the Beast to whine?  
Has a been bred among King Pharaohs Kine?  
Has the wet spring spoiled all the Corn and Grass?  
●hat all the Country cannot keep an Ass?  
He cries for bread, as if Duke Humphrey's Ghost  
This twenty years and more had been his Host;  
Will no man tic him up, but let him range,  
Thus to disturb the City and the Change,  
But this is a Religious Ass●, and cries  
" O give him Bread of Life, or else he dies.  
A subtle Ass, for well 'tis understood  
He even thinks as much of Heavenly Food  
As the poor Tailor, when he wants a Roul  
To fill his belly, thinks upon his Soul.  
You Ass in boots, if Cromwell or the Rump  
Had given thee but a Living, had been plump,  
Thou wouldst have blest 'em, and have been the man,  
For maintenance to kiss the Alcoran.  
I know not where a Homily is read  
But, friend, a Homily is dainty bread.  
●he Brewer's grains out of a nasty Tub,  
〈◊〉 fit food for such a Swine or Cub.  
Lawn Sleeves and Cassocks cannot please the Gizzard  
Of this seditious scandalising Wizard;  
Yet he pretends Canonical to be,  
But Bell and Dragon is as much as he.  
'tis not the Soul of this seditious sinner  
That makes him by't, his belly wants a dinner;  
And there's a reason for it I can tell ye,  
Sometimes ill manners makes an empty belly.  
To throw Seditious Scribles to the view  
Of such a sick and giddyheaded crew,  
As we have now amongst us, who by flirt's  
Change their Religions oftener than their shirts,  
Does argue one that doth employ his pate  
To bring confusion on the Church and State.  
The naked Indians would have scorned to be  
So rudely barbarous to their Bramini.  
The Ass, that State malevolence doth brew,  
Deserves a Bridle and a Halter too.  
Are these the men of God? Doth this behaviour  
Adorn the Gospel of our God and Saviour?  
Religious Renegadoes! Who to patch  
Their broken desperate fortunes, daily watch,  
Another opportunity, to bring  
A second ruin on the Church and King.  
You closely jerk at learned Laud, but see  
All Laud is given to God, all shame to thee:  
Had he but seen thy Crocodilian tears,  
The Hangman's Cat had eat thy Ass' ears.  

God save King CHARLES, and keep him from the sleight  
Of such Reformers as in Forty Eight.   
Rob. Chamberlain.   

LONDON, Printed for the Author. 1661.