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           A
           DESCRIPTION
           OF
           THE
           
             Roman
             Catholick
          
           CHURCH
           ;
           WHEREIN
        
         
           The
           Pretensions
           of
           it's
           Head
           ,
        
         
           The
           Manners
           of
           His
           Court
           ,
        
         
           The
           Principles
           ,
           and
           Doctrines
           ,
        
         
           The
           Worship
           and
           Service
           ,
        
         
           The
           Religious
           Orders
           and
           Houses
           ,
        
         
           The
           Designs
           and
           Practises
           of
           that
           Church
           ,
           are
           Represented
           in
           
             A
             Uision
          
           .
        
         
           By
           IOHN
           BARCLAY
           
             Minister
             at
          
           Cruden
           ,
           Written
           in
           the
           Year
           1679
           ,
           Printed
           in
           the
           Year
           1689.
           
        
         
      
       
         
         
           To
           The
           Right
           Honourable
           
             My
             Very
             Noble
             LORD
             John
          
           EARLE
           OF
           ERROLL
           LORD
           HAY
           and
           SLAINS
           
             &c.
             
             Great
             Constable
             of
             SCOTLAND
             ,
          
           AND
           
             His
             Truly
             Noble
             and
             Religious
             LADIE
             Anna
          
           COUNTESS
           OF
           ERROLL
        
         
           May
           it
           please
           Your
           HONOURS
           ,
        
         
           I
           Know
           it
           is
           usuall
           in
           addresses
           of
           this
           nature
           ,
           to
           those
           who
           court
           favour
           to
           themselves
           ,
           or
           applause
           to
           their
           Books
           ,
           to
           make
           the
           utmost
           stretches
           ,
           in
           complementing
           those
           Persons
           of
           Quality
           whose
           patronage
           they
           claim
           ,
           and
           to
           spend
           themselves
           in
           copious
           panegyricks
           fetched
           from
           all
           the
           Topicks
           
           of
           flattery
           ,
           so
           far
           as
           they
           are
           capable
           to
           improve
           them
           :
           But
           I
           have
           the
           happiness
           of
           being
           fred
           from
           this
           trouble
           ,
           you
           being
           such
           as
           neither
           need
           ,
           nor
           desire
           to
           be
           caressed
           in
           that
           manner
           ;
           And
           I
           may
           justly
           call
           this
           an
           happiness
           to
           me
           ,
           since
           my
           naturall
           temper
           removes
           me
           to
           the
           greatest
           distance
           from
           the
           confines
           of
           that
           service
           vice
           .
           I
           can
           not
           indeed
           withold
           my self
           from
           acknowledging
           ,
           that
           I
           owe
           you
           all
           the
           expressions
           of
           Gratitude
           which
           I
           can
           never
           be
           able
           to
           pay
           ;
           and
           when
           I
           tell
           the
           world
           ,
           that
           as
           you
           have
           honours
           entailed
           upon
           you
           from
           a
           long
           Series
           of
           Illustrious
           Ancestors
           ,
           so
           you
           are
           like
           to
           transmit
           them
           unblemished
           to
           your
           Posterity
           ,
           to
           whose
           honours
           it
           will
           be
           an
           addition
           ,
           to
           have
           it
           remembered
           that
           they
           are
           yours
           ;
           and
           that
           for
           your
           Noble
           Qualities
           and
           Vertues
           ,
           you
           are
           justly
           esteemed
           and
           beloved
           of
           all
           who
           have
           the
           honour
           of
           your
           acquaintance
           ,
           I
           am
           assured
           that
           I
           doe
           not
           transgress
           the
           Rules
           of
           the
           severest
           modestie
           ,
           their
           is
           only
           one
           thing
           which
           I
           must
           utter
           to
           your
           commendation
           ,
           because
           it
           ought
           not
           to
           be
           concealed
           ,
           namely
           ,
           your
           being
           faithfull
           to
           God
           and
           Conscience
           ,
           in
           adhereing
           to
           the
           true
           Protestant
           Religion
           ,
           in
           a
           time
           when
           many
           have
           made
           defection
           ,
           and
           you
           have
           been
           assaulted
           with
           such
           tentations
           ,
           as
           nothing
           but
           a
           brave
           Resolution
           ,
           and
           a
           mighty
           grace
           could
           have
           enabled
           you
           to
           conquer
           :
           And
           tho
           you
           have
           been
           happily
           united
           ,
           both
           in
           the
           conflict
           and
           Victory
           ;
           yet
           let
           it
           not
           be
           offensive
           that
           I
           relate
           what
           part
           each
           of
           you
           have
           acted
           therein
           ,
           and
           of
           this
           I
           shall
           say
           nothing
           but
           with
           the
           assurance
           of
           a
           Witness
           and
           with
           the
           Ingenuity
           becoming
           a
           man
           of
           my
           Profession
           .
        
         
           Those
           who
           understood
           your
           Inclinations
           ,
           knew
           ,
           that
           you
           could
           have
           been
           well
           pleased
           ,
           that
           the
           Romish
           Missionaries
           
           would
           have
           saved
           themselves
           the
           trouble
           of
           the
           Visits
           they
           made
           you
           ,
           And
           it
           was
           the
           opinion
           of
           some
           who
           were
           sollicitous
           for
           your
           safety
           ,
           that
           you
           should
           have
           rid
           your selves
           of
           them
           ,
           by
           denying
           them
           access
           ;
           but
           as
           the
           sweetness
           of
           your
           tempers
           ,
           doth
           (
           as
           it
           were
           by
           an
           inevitable
           force
           )
           carry
           you
           to
           deport
           your selves
           with
           an
           obliging
           civility
           to
           all
           persons
           ,
           so
           for
           other
           weighty
           considerations
           ,
           you
           did
           not
           relish
           that
           advice
           .
        
         
           Upon
           you
           (
           MY
           LORD
           )
           they
           did
           begin
           to
           make
           some
           direct
           attempts
           ,
           to
           seduce
           you
           from
           your
           Holy
           profession
           ;
           but
           
             Your
             Lo
          
           :
           took
           a
           wise
           and
           compendious
           method
           to
           avoid
           their
           snares
           ,
           by
           giving
           them
           to
           understand
           ,
           that
           your
           mind
           was
           fully
           satisfied
           of
           the
           truth
           of
           your
           Religion
           ,
           and
           that
           you
           had
           something
           else
           to
           doe
           ,
           then
           entangle
           your self
           in
           perplexing
           debates
           with
           them
           knowing
           no
           good
           fruit
           that
           was
           to
           be
           reaped
           thereby
           :
           This
           resolute
           answer
           ,
           made
           them
           perceive
           ,
           it
           was
           in
           vain
           to
           insist
           any
           further
           that
           way
           ;
           but
           they
           hoped
           ,
           by
           fetching
           a
           compass
           a
           little
           about
           ,
           to
           gain
           more
           ground
           .
        
         
           It
           hath
           been
           an
           old
           craft
           of
           seducers
           (
           considering
           what
           interest
           Ladies
           have
           in
           the
           affection
           of
           their
           Husbands
           ,
           and
           what
           power
           with
           their
           Children
           )
           to
           make
           their
           utmost
           essayes
           to
           proselite
           them
           to
           their
           Errours
           ,
           not
           doubting
           ,
           but
           if
           they
           succeed
           ,
           they
           shall
           quickly
           have
           the
           whole
           familie
           at
           their
           Devotion
           :
           And
           therefore
           
             You
             MADAM
          
           was
           the
           prize
           on
           which
           they
           set
           their
           eyes
           ;
           But
           
             Your
             La
          
           :
           did
           for
           see
           the
           danger
           ,
           and
           provided
           to
           encounter
           it
           .
           These
           Champions
           of
           the
           
             Romish
             Religion
          
           who
           were
           to
           make
           their
           addresses
           to
           you
           ,
           were
           given
           out
           to
           be
           men
           of
           vaste
           learning
           and
           admirable
           parts
           (
           for
           that
           is
           one
           of
           the
           arts
           of
           Papists
           ,
           as
           they
           boast
           that
           their
           Church
           is
           infallible
           ,
           so
           they
           would
           
           have
           the
           world
           believe
           ,
           that
           their
           Clergie
           are
           an
           invincible
           sort
           of
           men
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           fright
           those
           whom
           they
           besiege
           upon
           the
           first
           summonds
           to
           make
           a
           surrender
           )
           you
           therefore
           applied
           your self
           to
           a
           diligent
           use
           of
           all
           means
           ,
           for
           your
           establishment
           in
           the
           Truth
           ,
           you
           Prayed
           ,
           and
           Read
           ,
           and
           conferred
           ,
           and
           pondered
           deeply
           the
           matters
           of
           Religion
           ,
           and
           thought
           ,
           all
           you
           could
           doe
           in
           these
           wayes
           ,
           no
           more
           then
           was
           needfull
           in
           so
           weightie
           an
           affair
           .
           Heaven
           hath
           endued
           you
           with
           a
           great
           stock
           of
           excellent
           gifts
           ,
           a
           composed
           and
           comprehensive
           mind
           ,
           a
           clearness
           and
           solidity
           of
           Iudgment
           ,
           a
           deep
           reach
           ,
           and
           readiness
           of
           expression
           ,
           and
           these
           being
           joyned
           with
           singleness
           and
           sincerity
           of
           heart
           ,
           are
           such
           ramparts
           and
           defences
           against
           seduction
           that
           they
           make
           the
           Soul
           almost
           impregnable
           :
           And
           that
           good
           God
           ,
           who
           is
           never
           wanting
           to
           the
           assistance
           of
           his
           faithfull
           Servants
           ,
           did
           furnish
           you
           with
           such
           light
           ,
           and
           Grace
           ,
           that
           your
           Faith
           hath
           remained
           unshaken
           .
           Those
           who
           designed
           to
           seduce
           you
           ,
           soon
           percieved
           ,
           that
           they
           had
           not
           to
           doe
           with
           a
           person
           of
           an
           ordinary
           capacity
           :
           Their
           usuall
           common
           places
           of
           arguments
           ,
           they
           found
           you
           could
           easily
           answer
           ;
           and
           your
           prejudices
           against
           their
           Religion
           though
           you
           proposed
           them
           only
           by
           way
           of
           Queries
           ,
           and
           with
           the
           modestie
           of
           a
           Learner
           ,
           were
           yet
           so
           framed
           ,
           that
           it
           was
           evident
           to
           them
           ,
           you
           had
           so
           penetrated
           into
           the
           controversies
           of
           Religion
           ,
           that
           they
           thought
           it
           a
           sort
           of
           Victory
           to
           get
           of
           ,
           without
           being
           at
           some
           visible
           disadvantages
           ,
           and
           I
           hardly
           knew
           any
           of
           them
           who
           having
           once
           made
           an
           essay
           ,
           were
           sond
           of
           a
           second
           encounter
           .
        
         
           The
           Remembrance
           of
           the
           particular
           passages
           of
           your
           behaviour
           ,
           is
           still
           very
           gratefull
           to
           me
           ,
           and
           the
           relating
           of
           them
           would
           sure
           be
           very
           pleasing
           to
           others
           ,
           but
           your
           modestie
           and
           humility
           is
           such
           ,
           that
           I
           may
           not
           adventure
           to
           
           publish
           them
           :
           Onely
           give
           me
           leave
           to
           say
           concerning
           you
           both
           ,
           that
           if
           either
           crastie
           insiauations
           ,
           or
           the
           charmes
           of
           friendship
           ,
           or
           worldly
           considerations
           ,
           or
           long
           importunities
           ,
           or
           any
           thing
           that
           could
           be
           projected
           by
           the
           wit
           and
           subtility
           of
           Seducers
           ,
           could
           have
           corrupted
           or
           byassed
           your
           minds
           ,
           none
           of
           these
           methods
           were
           left
           unessayed
           :
           And
           when
           all
           these
           efforts
           proved
           unsuccessfull
           ,
           and
           all
           Topicks
           were
           exhausted
           ;
           yet
           that
           they
           might
           be
           ever
           like
           themselves
           ;
           they
           had
           the
           impudence
           to
           write
           ,
           and
           spread
           reports
           to
           distant
           places
           in
           this
           Kingdom
           ,
           that
           you
           were
           their
           Converts
           ,
           or
           just
           at
           the
           turning
           point
           :
           Whether
           this
           was
           done
           out
           of
           spite
           ,
           or
           to
           be
           an
           Argument
           ,
           to
           prevail
           with
           others
           of
           a
           sequacious
           humour
           to
           imitate
           such
           noble
           Precedents
           I
           cannot
           determine
           ;
           but
           this
           I
           know
           that
           Hell
           it self
           could
           invent
           nothing
           more
           false
        
         
           The
           Gracious
           God
           hath
           in
           part
           rewarded
           your
           integrity
           ,
           and
           constancy
           ,
           and
           I
           hope
           will
           doe
           it
           yet
           more
           :
           Your
           saith
           is
           strengthned
           ,
           by
           these
           winds
           of
           temptation
           ,
           you
           have
           the
           joyes
           of
           a
           good
           Conscience
           ,
           you
           are
           hereby
           endeared
           to
           all
           serious
           and
           Godly
           persons
           ,
           and
           providence
           hath
           of
           late
           interposed
           to
           bring
           some
           secular
           affairs
           of
           great
           concernment
           to
           your
           Noble
           Familie
           to
           a
           confortable
           and
           desired
           period
           ,
           and
           that
           at
           a
           nick
           of
           time
           ,
           when
           it
           could
           searce
           have
           been
           expected
           ,
           and
           a
           few
           days
           longer
           delay
           might
           have
           quite
           ruined
           them
           .
           I
           hope
           you
           will
           in
           all
           this
           observe
           the
           loving
           kindness
           of
           the
           Lord
           ,
           and
           ever
           remember
           your
           engagements
           to
           Iesus
           Christ
           who
           hath
           interceeded
           for
           you
           ,
           that
           your
           saith
           might
           not
           fail
           .
        
         
           I
           have
           little
           to
           say
           concerning
           this
           Poem
           which
           I
           offer
           unto
           you
           ,
           I
           confess
           it
           is
           a
           mean
           present
           ,
           yet
           you
           know
           it
           s
           offered
           from
           an
           affectionat
           mind
           :
           After
           I
           had
           write
           the
           first
           
           copie
           of
           it
           ,
           I
           put
           it
           immediatly
           in
           your
           hands
           ;
           and
           you
           were
           pleas'd
           to
           commend
           it
           ,
           severall
           copies
           of
           it
           are
           since
           spread
           ,
           of
           which
           some
           are
           very
           incorrect
           ,
           to
           doe
           my self
           justice
           I
           have
           at
           length
           resolved
           to
           publish
           it
           :
           It
           cannot
           much
           serve
           the
           ends
           of
           my
           reputation
           ,
           and
           so
           I
           may
           hope
           that
           it
           cannot
           be
           imputed
           to
           vanitie
           .
           My
           publishing
           it
           under
           your
           shaddow
           ,
           can
           only
           signifie
           that
           which
           I
           am
           well
           enough
           pleased
           the
           World
           should
           know
           ,
           namely
           ,
           that
           you
           have
           a
           great
           goodness
           for
           me
           ,
           when
           I
           can
           presume
           that
           you
           will
           favourably
           accept
           of
           such
           a
           trifile
           :
           Gratitude
           obligeth
           me
           to
           make
           you
           richer
           offerings
           ,
           but
           I
           have
           them
           not
           to
           make
           ;
           my
           Prayers
           to
           God
           for
           you
           ,
           are
           the
           best
           compensations
           I
           can
           give
           for
           your
           favours
           to
           me
           ,
           and
           these
           are
           ,
           and
           daily
           shall
           be
           offered
           up
           unto
           Heaven
           ,
           for
           the
           prosperitie
           of
           your
           Souls
           ,
           the
           increass
           of
           your
           grace
           and
           the
           florishing
           of
           your
           Noble
           Family
           by
        
         
           
             RIGHT
             HONORABLE
             ,
          
           
             (
             YOUR
             HONOURS
             )
             Most
             Affectionat
             ,
             Most
             Oblidged
             and
             Humble
             Servant
             ,
             IOHN
             BARCLAY
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Reader
        
         
           I
           Can
           not
           perswade
           my self
           that
           any
           have
           just
           reason
           to
           be
           offended
           with
           me
           ,
           or
           to
           clamour
           ,
           that
           it
           is
           a
           thing
           unsuitable
           to
           a
           man
           of
           my
           Profession
           to
           expose
           a
           Religion
           so
           Zealously
           mantained
           and
           propagated
           by
           so
           many
           great
           and
           learned
           men
           ,
           in
           such
           a
           dress
           as
           this
           :
           All
           that
           I
           shall
           say
           for
           my
           own
           vindication
           is
           ,
           that
           I
           am
           none
           of
           those
           that
           sport
           my self
           with
           the
           sins
           and
           miseries
           of
           Mankind
           ,
           and
           I
           ever
           abborred
           these
           jests
           which
           idle
           and
           profane
           wits
           doe
           break
           upon
           serious
           matters
           ,
           that
           are
           not
           to
           be
           jested
           with
           :
           Nevertheless
           ,
           when
           a
           Partie
           of
           men
           have
           under
           the
           venerable
           name
           of
           the
           
             Holy
             Catholick
             Church
          
           so
           grossly
           abused
           the
           World
           ,
           imposing
           on
           the
           belief
           of
           their
           credulous
           Disciples
           ,
           so
           many
           
             Reverend
             Absurdities
          
           ,
           and
           perspicuous
           falshoods
           ,
           and
           recommending
           to
           their
           practise
           ,
           such
           superstitious
           trifles
           ,
           and
           ridiculous
           fopperies
           ,
           unbeseeming
           the
           gravity
           of
           the
           Christian
           Religion
           ,
           to
           give
           a
           just
           representation
           of
           them
           in
           this
           manner
           ,
           is
           a
           thing
           that
           may
           have
           it
           's
           own
           usefulness
           ,
           especially
           since
           it
           may
           be
           presumed
           ,
           that
           many
           will
           read
           a
           Poem
           ,
           who
           will
           not
           set
           their
           eyes
           on
           a
           more
           serious
           Book
           .
           I
           have
           only
           therefore
           a
           few
           things
           whereof
           to
           advertise
           thee
           concerning
           it
           .
        
         
           Namely
           .
           That
           I
           have
           in
           a
           few
           passages
           of
           it
           taken
           a
           libertie
           to
           my self
           ,
           in
           a
           Poeticall
           manner
           to
           intermix
           some
           of
           my
           own
           fancies
           ,
           yet
           not
           without
           designe
           .
           As
           ,
           when
           I
           produce
           an
           argument
           for
           the
           
             Caelibate
             of
             the
             Clergie
          
           ,
           which
           I
           know
           they
           never
           made
           use
           of
           ,
           but
           let
           it
           be
           remembred
           that
           this
           is
           
             a
             Dream
          
           ,
           and
           the
           it
           were
           not
           ,
           yet
           since
           they
           make
           such
           other
           inferences
           
           from
           that
           Text
           as
           I
           have
           there
           mentioned
           ,
           I
           suppose
           they
           might
           draw
           this
           Conclusion
           from
           it
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           the
           rest
           ,
           and
           for
           any
           thing
           I
           know
           ,
           it
           is
           an
           Argument
           against
           the
           marriage
           of
           Church
           men
           of
           as
           great
           force
           ,
           as
           any
           that
           they
           have
           heretofore
           hit
           upon
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           truth
           my
           aim
           is
           to
           show
           what
           ridiculous
           interpretations
           of
           Scripture
           these
           pretended
           infallible
           expounders
           of
           it
           ,
           doe
           often
           make
           .
           He
           who
           will
           prove
           the
           Popes
           supremacie
           from
           
             Genes
             .
             1.
             1.
          
           
           Because
           it
           is
           there
           said
           
             In
             principio
          
           ,
           and
           not
           in
           Principiis
           (
           as
           Pope
           Boniface
           doth
           )
           or
           his
           Precedencie
           to
           the
           Emperour
           from
           
             Genes
             .
             1.
             16
          
           
           Where
           it
           is
           said
           ,
           
             that
             GOD
             made
             two
             great
             lights
             ,
          
           (
           as
           Pope
           Innocent
           3
           )
           or
           his
           Civill
           and
           Ecclesiastick
           power
           ,
           from
           
             Ecce
             duo
          
           gladii
           :
           or
           the
           necessity
           of
           the
           Celibate
           of
           the
           Clergie
           .
           From
           
             Rom.
             8.
             8.
          
           
           (
           as
           Pope
           Siricius
           )
           I
           think
           may
           prove
           
             Quidlibet
             ex
             Quolibet
          
           .
           I
           have
           mentioned
           a
           Relique
           which
           they
           pretend
           not
           to
           have
           ;
           but
           in
           that
           I
           mean
           only
           to
           show
           in
           whole
           manner
           these
           litle
           wondrous
           things
           are
           usually
           alledged
           to
           be
           found
           .
        
         
           All
           the
           Sirs
           which
           I
           say
           they
           call
           Veniall
           ;
           are
           by
           their
           Casuists
           put
           in
           that
           rank
           :
           and
           that
           they
           account
           it
           much
           more
           Criminall
           ,
           to
           neglect
           the
           observation
           of
           the
           Traditions
           of
           the
           Church
           ,
           then
           to
           break
           the
           Commandements
           of
           GOD
           ,
           is
           so
           well
           known
           ,
           that
           it
           needs
           no
           prooff
           .
        
         
           I
           have
           spoken
           at
           length
           of
           their
           Religious
           Houses
           and
           Orders
           ,
           they
           being
           the
           only
           things
           they
           boast
           of
           that
           have
           any
           shew
           of
           Sanctitie
           ,
           and
           to
           evidence
           that
           I
           meant
           nothing
           but
           fair
           dealing
           ,
           I
           have
           not
           equally
           inveighed
           against
           all
           persons
           among
           them
           .
        
         
           The
           words
           of
           their
           Mystick
           Divinitie
           that
           I
           have
           mentioned
           ,
           are
           to
           be
           found
           every
           one
           of
           them
           in
           their
           own
           books
           ,
           with
           a
           great
           many
           more
           which
           I
           could
           not
           get
           brought
           into
           verse
           .
           Thebodde
           talkings
           which
           they
           have
           of
           the
           
             Superessentiall
             Life
          
           .
           
           
             The
             State
             of
             Totalitie
          
           ,
           The
           Union
           of
           Nothing
           with
           Nothing
           ,
           
             The
             Dei-forme
             Fund
             of
             the
             Soul
          
           &c.
           I
           could
           no
           more
           make
           Rhyme
           ,
           then
           they
           can
           make
           Reason
           of
           them
           .
        
         
           When
           I
           reflect
           on
           the
           rude
           disorders
           of
           some
           who
           betake
           themselves
           to
           the
           Religious
           Houses
           .
           I
           doe
           not
           slander
           them
           ,
           the
           Epistle
           of
           Huldericus
           Bishop
           of
           Augusta
           ,
           to
           Pope
           Nicolas
           ,
           wherein
           he
           tells
           of
           six
           thousand
           heads
           of
           Infants
           found
           in
           one
           Mote
           ,
           gives
           sufficient
           ground
           for
           the
           reproach
           .
        
         
           I
           wrote
           this
           Poem
           in
           the
           Year
           1679.
           
           When
           these
           Nations
           were
           allarmed
           with
           the
           noyse
           of
           the
           Popish
           plot
           .
           And
           I
           thought
           to
           have
           enlarged
           more
           on
           that
           Subject
           ,
           but
           ere
           I
           finished
           it
           ,
           that
           began
           to
           be
           a
           suspect
           business
           ,
           and
           it
           was
           come
           to
           that
           which
           on
           ingeniously
           expresseth
           thus
           .
        
         
           
             That
             Shams
             with
             Shams
             ,
             and
             Plots
             with
             Plots
             were
             cross't
             ,
             And
             the
             true
             Plot
             ,
             among
             the
             false
             was
             lost
             .
          
        
         
           If
           any
           expect
           that
           I
           should
           make
           an
           Apologie
           for
           publishing
           it
           ,
           the
           Common-Heads
           of
           excuse
           in
           these
           cases
           are
           well
           enough
           known
           ,
           and
           I
           may
           pretend
           to
           have
           an
           equall
           right
           to
           them
           with
           other
           Men.
           
        
         
           If
           their
           be
           any
           thing
           in
           it
           ,
           that
           may
           be
           offensive
           to
           the
           severest
           modestie
           ,
           I
           shall
           be
           readie
           (
           upon
           conviction
           )
           to
           acknowledge
           my
           faultiness
           therein
           ;
           but
           for
           my
           litle
           extravagancies
           ,
           that
           may
           be
           found
           here
           .
           I
           hope
           thy
           censure
           will
           be
           gentle
           ,
           for
           it
           any
           sort
           of
           men
           have
           reason
           to
           expect
           some
           charitable
           allowance
           for
           escapes
           ,
           it
           can
           hardly
           be
           denyed
           to
           
             A
             Dreaming
             Poet.
          
           
        
         
           Farewell
           .
        
         
      
    
     
       
         
         
           THE
           ROMAN
           CATHOLICK
           CHURCH
           Described
           in
           a
           VISION
           .
        
         
           
             I
             Find
             I
             'm
             haunted
             with
             a
             busie
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Swift
             as
             the
             Clouds
             ,
             unstable
             as
             the
             wind
             ,
          
           
             It
             sometimes
             gets
             it
             Wings
             ,
             and
             soars
             aloft
             ,
          
           
             Anon
             it
             steeps
             into
             delights
             more
             soft
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             sometimes
             serious
             ,
             and
             it
             's
             sometimes
             vain
             ,
          
           
             Sometimes
             it's
             thoughts
             do
             please
             ,
             and
             sometimes
             pain
             ;
          
           
             On
             while
             they
             'r
             dark
             ,
             and
             then
             they
             clear
             again
             ;
          
           
             Sometimes
             they
             'r
             cheerfull
             ,
             sometimes
             they
             are
             sad
             ;
          
           
             They
             'r
             sometimes
             good
             ,
             and
             often
             they
             are
             bad
             ;
          
           
             Sometimes
             ,
             my self
             ,
             my self
             's
             their
             only
             Theam
             ,
          
           
             Sometimes
             ,
             they
             grasp
             at
             more
             then
             Caesar's
             claim
             :
          
           
             They
             bring
             forth
             Ioy
             ,
             they
             nowrish
             Fear
             ,
          
           
             They
             Towers
             into
             the
             Air
             do
             rear
             ,
          
           
             All
             things
             do
             seem
             within
             their
             Sphear
             :
          
           
             O
             what
             a
             wandring
             thing
             's
             the
             Mind
             !
          
           
             What
             Contrares
             are
             there
             combin'd
             ?
          
           
             HOw
             shal't
             be
             held
             ,
             or
             where
             confin'd
             ?
          
           
           
             O
             what
             a
             Web's
             a
             busie
             Thought
             !
          
           
             Where
             is
             it
             made
             ?
             whence
             is
             it
             brought
             ?
          
           
             How
             is
             it
             warpt
             ,
             how
             is
             it
             wrought
             ?
          
        
         
           
             While
             thus
             my
             Mind
             was
             in
             this
             roving
             plight
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             it
             chide
             ,
             for
             it
             's
             uncertain
             flight
             ,
          
           
             I
             strove
             to
             settle
             it
             with
             all
             my
             might
             :
          
           
             At
             length
             we
             did
             some
             composition
             make
             ,
          
           
             And
             it
             began
             some
             rest
             to
             take
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             more
             plyant
             for
             good
             manners
             sake
             :
          
           
             I
             firmly
             with
             my self
             did
             then
             conclude
             ,
          
           
             I
             would
             repair
             unto
             some
             solitude
             ,
          
           
             Beneath
             a
             pleasant
             Tree
             my
             Lodge
             I
             made
             ,
          
           
             Became
             the
             Tennant
             of
             it's
             cooling
             Shade
             ,
          
           
             Here
             (
             said
             I
             )
             I
             my self
             will
             shroud
             ,
          
           
             From
             scoarching
             Beams
             ,
             from
             dropping
             Cloud
             ,
          
           
             Here
             shall
             I
             rest
             ;
             and
             shall
             be
             free
          
           
             From
             this
             Earth's
             noise
             ,
             which
             seems
             to
             me
          
           
             A
             blunt
             ,
             a
             dull
             ,
             ill-acted
             Comedie
             :
          
           
             It
             's
             Pleasnres
             I
             'll
             not
             prise
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             Honours
             I
             'll
             despise
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             it's
             Wealth
             ,
             as
             Dross
             I
             will
             disdain
             ,
          
           
             My
             Mind
             Religious
             Thoughts
             shall
             intertain
             .
          
        
         
           
             RELIGION
             (
             thought
             I
             )
             is
             the
             way
             to
             Rest
             ,
          
           
             RELIGION
             is
             the
             choise
             that
             's
             surely
             best
             ,
          
           
             It
             raiseth
             no
             Commotions
             to
             infest
             ,
          
           
             It
             stills
             the
             noise
             of
             Passions
             and
             of
             Rage
             ,
          
           
             And
             turbulent
             Affections
             doth
             asswage
          
           
             It
             cooleth
             Youth
             ,
             it's
             Comforts
             warm
             Old-Age
             :
          
           
             But
             lo
             again
             my
             Thoughts
             did
             range
             ,
          
           
             This
             lovely
             thing
             it
             's
             shape
             did
             seem
             to
             change
             ,
          
           
             In
             many
             Formes
             it
             did
             to
             me
             appear
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             various
             Garbs
             I
             saw
             it
             wear
             ,
          
           
             I
             saw
             it
             fight
             in
             Fields
             ,
             and
             making
             Warres
             ,
          
           
             I
             heard
             it
             scold
             in
             Schools
             ,
             and
             raising
             Jarres
             :
          
           
           
             A
             thousand
             different
             Parties
             cry'd
             ,
             lo
             here
          
           
             Thou'l't
             find
             the
             thing
             ,
             should
             be
             to
             thee
             most
             dear
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             shall
             I
             hear
             ?
             where
             shall
             I
             go
             ?
          
           
             What
             shall
             I
             chuse
             ?
             what
             shall
             I
             do
             ?
          
           
             I
             'm
             puzled
             ,
             and
             amazed
             too
             ,
          
           
             I
             love
             RELIGION
             ,
             and
             I
             would
             her
             serve
             ,
          
           
             But
             while
             I
             seek
             Her
             ,
             fear
             from
             Her
             to
             swerve
             .
          
        
         
           
             While
             I
             am
             in
             this
             Labirinth
             involv'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             por'd
             ,
             the
             less
             my
             Doubts
             were
             solv'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             make
             yet
             more
             serious
             search
             resolv'd
             :
          
           
             Sleep
             ,
             (
             that
             great
             lovely
             thief
             ,
             which
             often
             robs
          
           
             Mine
             Eyes
             of
             vexing
             Sights
             ,
             mine
             Heart
             of
             Sobs
             ,
          
           
             Which
             from
             my
             Books
             doth
             steall
             away
             mine
             Eie
             ,
          
           
             And
             often
             from
             my
             Prayers
             stealeth
             me
             )
          
           
             Came
             gliding
             on
             ,
             and
             did
             me
             quite
             o'r
             shade
             ,
          
           
             With
             a
             thick
             Cloud
             of
             misty
             Vapours
             made
             :
          
           
             Mine
             Eyes
             were
             shut
             ,
             mine
             Ears
             were
             stopt
             ,
          
           
             My
             Hands
             were
             ty'd
             ,
             my
             Senses
             lockt
             ,
          
           
             The
             House
             was
             silent
             ,
             Gates
             were
             blockt
             :
          
           
             And
             now
             WILD
             FANCIE
             did
             begin
             her
             Game
             ,
          
           
             And
             playes
             her self
             ,
             with
             things
             I
             cannot
             name
             ,
          
           
             Things
             so
             many
             ,
             and
             so
             strange
             ,
          
           
             Things
             that
             Shape
             and
             Colour
             change
             ,
          
           
             Things
             which
             without
             Order
             range
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             still
             me
             thought
             RELIGION
             I
             did
             view
          
           
             And
             did
             Her
             with
             some
             amorous
             thoughts
             persue
             ,
          
           
             'Mongst
             all
             that
             Croud
             ,
             I
             knew
             Her
             lovely
             hue
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             did
             Her self
             shift
             from
             among
             the
             Crowd
             ,
          
           
             I
             saw
             Her
             go
             ,
             cry'd
             after
             Her
             aloud
             ,
          
           
             I
             call'd
             to
             Her
             ,
             For
             Love
             and
             Pitty
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Besought
             Her
             that
             She
             would
             not
             say
             me
             Nay
             ;
          
           
             But
             Wind
             ,
             bore
             Her
             and
             my
             lost
             words
             away
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             She
             's
             gone
             ,
             I
             found
             into
             Her
             room
          
           
             A
             throng
             of
             wild
             ,
             unruly
             things
             did
             come
             ,
          
           
           
             
               Roving
               Fancies
               ,
               Horrid
               Sights
            
             ,
          
           
             
               Dismall
               Places
               ,
               Uncouth
               Wights
            
          
           
             Which
             put
             me
             in
             a
             wondrous
             plight
          
           
             I
             'll
             tell
             what
             I
             can
             mind
             ,
             and
             it
             's
             no
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             Of
             incoherent
             things
             to
             speak
             ,
             in
             incoherent
             Rhyme
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               I
               saw
               A
            
             CITY
             ,
             very
             Great
             and
             Fair
             ,
          
           
             With
             which
             ,
             scarce
             any
             other
             might
             compare
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             proud
             Walls
             ,
             did
             all
             Batteries
             defy
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             prouder
             Towers
             ,
             seem'd
             to
             affront
             the
             Sky
             ;
          
           
             To
             him
             I
             first
             did
             meet
             What
             CITY'
             's
             this
             ,
             said
             I
             ?
          
           
             A
             Question
             indeed
             said
             he
             !
             
               For
               this
            
          
           
             
               No
               single
            
             CITY
             ,
             
               but
               the
               whole
               World
               is
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               I
               saw
               A
            
             MAN
             ,
             
               in
               more
               than
               Kingly
               State
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             thousands
             ,
             did
             his
             dread
             Command
             await
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             did
             his
             grifly
             Face
             ,
             his
             panting
             Breath
             ,
          
           
             His
             failing
             Limbs
             ,
             bewray
             th'approach
             of
             Death
             :
          
           
             But
             soon
             I
             found
             ,
             that
             he
             was
             vile
             and
             proud
             ,
          
           
             He
             rais'd
             his
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             spake
             odd
             Words
             aloud
          
           
             Of
             BULLS
             ,
             and
             BRIEVES
             ,
             and
             CANONS
             ,
             and
             CROISADES
          
           
             And
             whispered
             some
             Tales
             of
             WHORES
             and
             BAUDES
             ,
          
           
             And
             Stories
             ,
             which
             imported
             nothing
             less
          
           
             Than
             that
             He
             was
             grow'n
             old
             in
             Wickedness
             :
          
           
             I
             ask't
             ,
             
               What
               wretch
            
             was
             that
             who
             passed
             by
             ?
          
           
             And
             presently
             they
             made
             a
             dreadfull
             Cry
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             I
             did
             blaspheme
             ,
          
           
             And
             spoke
             prophanly
             of
             an
             Heavenly
             Name
             ,
          
           
             Since
             Divine
             Honours
             were
             his
             rightfull
             Claim
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               I
               saw
               some
            
             YOUTHS
             ;
             for
             I
             could
             guess
          
           
             No
             other
             ,
             by
             their
             beardless
             Face
             ,
          
           
             I
             heard
             them
             talk
             what
             I
             thought
             hardly
             Sence
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             talk
             ;
             with
             an
             unblushing
             confidence
             :
          
           
             
               What
               Striplings
            
             (
             said
             I
             )
             do
             yonder
             walk
             ?
          
           
             What
             new
             ,
             unheard
             of
             Stories
             do
             they
             talk
             ?
          
           
           
             They
             call'd
             me
             mad
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             they
             were
          
           
             All
             REVEREND
             FATHERS
             I
             saw
             there
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             the
             things
             they
             gravely
             told
             ,
          
           
             Were
             Mysteries
             ,
             delivered
             of
             old
             ,
          
           
             Which
             the
             Apostles
             left
             them
             to
             unfold
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             PACK
             of
             IDEOTS
             next
             I
             saw
             ,
          
           
             For
             so
             I
             thought
             them
             ;
             but
             I
             stood
             in
             awe
          
           
             To
             call
             them
             so
             ,
             till
             I
             did
             see
          
           
             Them
             at
             their
             
               Childish
               playes
            
             to
             be
             ,
          
           
             Some
             were
             dandling
             painted
             babies
             ,
          
           
             Some
             numbring
             BEEDS
             ,
             and
             telling
             GADIES
             ,
          
           
             Some
             mumbling
             GIBBERISH
             and
             such
             uncouth
             leid
             ,
          
           
             As
             no
             where
             else
             did
             I
             e're
             hear
             or
             read
             ,
          
           
             Alace
             what
             do
             these
             poor
             Fools
             ?
             did
             I
             say
             ,
          
           
             Vile
             man
             (
             said
             they
             )
             they
             worship
             and
             they
             pray
             ,
          
           
             See
             what
             Devotion
             their
             looks
             do
             bewray
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             them
             some
             HELL-HOUNDS
             did
             succeed
             ,
          
           
             Their
             eyes
             were
             sunk
             ,
             their
             hands
             were
             red
             ,
          
           
             Their
             words
             were
             dreadfull
             ,
             threats
             were
             loud
             ,
          
           
             Their
             looks
             were
             grim
             ,
             they
             breathed
             blood
             ,
          
           
             I
             saw
             them
             bring
             forth
             from
             dark
             Shopes
             ,
          
           
             
               Wheels
               and
               Racks
               ,
               and
               Cords
               ,
               and
               Ropes
               ,
            
          
           
             They
             gathered
             fewell
             ,
             kindled
             fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             fastned
             stakes
             ,
             I
             did
             enquire
          
           
             What
             all
             these
             dreadfull
             things
             did
             mean
             ?
          
           
             More
             dreadfull
             then
             mine
             eyes
             had
             ever
             seen
             :
          
           
             They
             told
             me
             ,
             these
             were
             persons
             ,
             whose
             great
             zeall
          
           
             Did
             alwayes
             levell
             to
             the
             Churches
             weall
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             these
             Tools
             ,
             whose
             sight
             did
             shake
             mine
             heart
             ,
          
           
             Were
             instruments
             ,
             by
             which
             they
             did
             convert
          
           
             Men
             to
             the
             Faith
             :
             So
             they
             and
             I
             did
             part
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sure
             (
             said
             I
             )
             I
             'm
             in
             some
             enchanted
             land
             ,
          
           
             Of
             all
             I
             see
             ,
             I
             nothing
             understand
             ,
          
           
           
             What
             shall
             I
             think
             !
             O
             that
             some
             Angell
             would
          
           
             These
             hidden
             wondrous
             things
             to
             me
             unfold
             ,
          
           
             For
             it
             's
             a
             work
             above
             all
             humane
             reach
          
           
             Mine
             eyes
             to
             open
             ,
             or
             my
             mind
             to
             teach
             .
          
        
         
           
             While
             thus
             I
             'm
             wondring
             ,
             and
             am
             bath'd
             in
             tears
             ,
          
           
             A
             Gentle
             voice
             arrived
             to
             mine
             Ears
             ,
          
           
             From
             whence
             I
             know
             not
             ;
             but
             the
             words
             were
             these
             ,
          
           
             
               Young
               man
               ,
               thy
               wonder
               ,
               and
               thy
               weeping
               cease
               ,
            
          
           
             
               What
               thou
               shalt
               see
               ,
               shall
               serve
               well
               to
               explain
            
          
           
             
               What
               thou
               hast
               seen
            
             :
             A
             little
             while
             again
          
           
             It
             silent
             was
             ;
             At
             length
             did
             only
             say
             ,
          
           
             
               Take
               Heed
               ,
               Take
               Heed
               ,
               see
               that
               thou
               watch
               and
               pray
               ,
            
          
           
             I
             heard
             no
             more
             ,
             it
             vanished
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             quite
             confounded
             lay
             ,
             my
             mind
             was
             vex't
          
           
             With
             thoughts
             confus'd
             ,
             and
             with
             dark
             fears
             perplext
             ;
          
           
             When
             lo
             ,
             I
             wildly
             roll
             mine
             eyes
             ,
             and
             see
          
           
             That
             which
             a
             little
             calm'd
             and
             cheered
             me
             ;
          
           
             A
             LADIE
             ,
             walking
             with
             a
             comely
             grace
             ,
          
           
             All
             beauties
             seem'd
             combined
             in
             her
             face
             ,
          
           
             She
             courteously
             approached
             to
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             Where
             I
             did
             now
             my self
             repose
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             I
             saw
             I
             humbly
             arose
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             am
             perswaded
             ,
             that
             in
             man
             must
             be
          
           
             An
             untaught
             skill
             of
             PHYSIOGNOMIE
             ;
          
           
             For
             when
             I
             at
             a
             distance
             did
             behold
          
           
             This
             sumptuous
             DAME
             ,
             attyr'd
             in
             Pearles
             and
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             ,
             such
             beauty
             was
             unseen
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             mine
             eyes
             should
             see
             the
             like
             no
             more
             ,
          
           
             I
             would
             have
             nam'd
             all
             things
             in
             Heaven
             and
             Earth
             ,
          
           
             All
             that
             is
             pryz'd
             by
             Fancie
             ,
             Wit
             ,
             or
             Dearth
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             if
             any
             thing
             I
             could
             compare
          
           
             Unto
             a
             Creature
             ,
             whom
             I
             thought
             so
             fair
             ;
          
           
           
             But
             as
             I
             did
             Her
             more
             distinctly
             view
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             my self
             deceiv'd
             ;
             sure
             (
             said
             I
             )
             now
          
           
             Their
             's
             no
             such
             substance
             here
             ,
             as
             there
             is
             shew
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             what
             displeas'd
             me
             ;
             but
             I
             wot
          
           
             Something
             was
             in
             her
             face
             I
             liked
             not
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             wisely
             I
             concealed
             my
             distaste
             ,
          
           
             And
             seem'd
             ,
             mine
             Eyes
             upon
             her
             Eyes
             to
             feast
             ,
          
           
             At
             length
             I
             said
             GREAT
             LADY
             ,
             pardon
             me
          
           
             If
             I
             so
             rude
             ,
             or
             so
             uncivill
             be
          
           
             As
             to
             enquire
             your
             Name
             and
             Qualitie
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             courteously
             and
             modestly
             reply'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             this
             demand
             thou
             shalt
             not
             be
             deny'd
             ,
          
           
             I
             all
             mens
             good
             and
             happiness
             intend
             ,
          
           
             To
             this
             ,
             my
             thoughts
             ,
             to
             this
             my
             aims
             I
             bend
             ,
          
           
             If
             thou
             be
             wise
             ,
             and
             hearken
             unto
             me
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             seem's
             perplex't
             ;
             but
             thou
             may'st
             happy
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             Her
             words
             did
             charme
             me
             so
             ,
             that
             I
             began
          
           
             To
             chide
             my self
             ,
             and
             say
             ,
             Untoward
             man
             ,
          
           
             This
             is
             an
             ANGELL
             ;
             what
             ill
             GENIUS
             brought
          
           
             A
             disesteem
             of
             Her
             into
             thy
             thought
             ?
          
           
             I
             work
             my
             woe
             ,
             shee
             's
             fond
             to
             have
             me
             blest
             ,
          
           
             I
             toile
             for
             Cares
             ,
             she
             comes
             to
             give
             me
             rest
             ,
          
           
             She
             loves
             me
             ;
             I
             distaste
             her
             in
             my
             mind
             ,
          
           
             
               How
               bold
               our
               passions
               are
               ,
               and
               yet
               how
               blind
               !
            
          
        
         
           
             These
             were
             the
             secreet
             workings
             of
             my
             breast
             ,
          
           
             My
             longings
             now
             to
             hear
             Her
             ,
             were
             increast
             ,
          
           
             And
             she
             went
             on
          
           
             And
             thus
             she
             spoke
             in
             an
             alluring
             tone
             :
          
           
             
               I
               am
            
             THE
             HOLY
             CATHOLICK-CHURCH
             (
             said
             she
             ,
             )
          
           
             The
             porch
             of
             Heaven
             ;
             none
             go
             there
             but
             from
             me
             :
          
           
             And
             now
             I
             come
             to
             be
             
               A
               Guide
            
             to
             thee
             :
          
           
           
             I
             saw
             thee
             lately
             cast
             thine
             Amorous
             eyes
          
           
             Upon
             RELIGION
             ,
             and
             I
             heard
             thy
             Cryes
             ,
          
           
             She
             seem'd
             to
             leave
             thee
             ,
             and
             would
             make
             no
             stay
             ,
          
           
             Went
             out
             of
             sight
             ,
             thou
             knowest
             not
             what
             way
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             her
             path
             ,
             to
             Her
             I
             will
             thee
             lead
             ,
          
           
             I
             listened
             well
             to
             all
             that
             she
             had
             said
             ,
          
           
             I
             Bow'd
             mine
             Head
             ,
             and
             low
             obeysance
             made
             ,
          
           
             Bless'd
             now
             (
             said
             I
             )
             the
             day
             that
             I
             was
             born
             ,
          
           
             No
             longer
             will
             mine
             heart
             be
             rack't
             and
             torn
             ,
          
           
             With
             doubts
             and
             Scruples
             ,
             and
             with
             anxious
             cares
             ,
          
           
             With
             sinking
             fears
             ,
             and
             languishing
             despaires
             .
          
        
         
           
             Mine
             Eyes
             again
             I
             lift
             unto
             her
             face
             ,
          
           
             To
             fix
             them
             ever
             in
             that
             lovely
             place
             ;
          
           
             I
             rub'd
             mine
             Eyes
             ,
             I
             thought
             they
             were
             diseas'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             look't
             ,
             the
             more
             I
             was
             displeas'd
             :
          
           
             I
             thought
             Her
             sometimes
             too
             Gay
             ,
             to
             be
             Good
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Brow
             Imperious
             ,
             and
             Her
             Looks
             too
             Proud
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Colour
             oftner
             chang'd
             ,
             then
             I
             can
             tell
             ,
          
           
             Her
             Breath
             (
             I
             judg'd
             )
             had
             an
             invenom'd
             smell
             :
          
           
             These
             things
             did
             somewhat
             cool
             my
             confidence
             ,
          
           
             And
             brought
             me
             in
             a
             very
             great
             suspence
             ,
          
           
             It
             is
             not
             good
             to
             be
             too
             Rash
             (
             said
             I
             )
          
           
             It
             's
             Good
             before
             I
             trust
             too
             much
             ,
             to
             try
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             was
             sagacious
             ,
             and
             soon
             found
             me
             out
             ,
          
           
             Uncertain
             Breath
             ,
             and
             Looks
             bewray'd
             my
             doubt
             ,
          
           
             What
             means
             this
             Coldness
             (
             said
             she
             )
             Youth
             ?
             mine
             hand
          
           
             She
             grasp't
             ,
             and
             ask't
             what
             mean't
             I
             thus
             to
             stand
             ?
          
           
             Did
             I
             not
             to
             thee
             joyfull
             tydings
             bring
             ?
          
           
             Is
             happiness
             to
             thee
             so
             small
             a
             thing
             ?
          
           
             Just
             now
             thou
             seem'd
             inflamed
             with
             desire
          
           
             To
             learn
             the
             way
             to
             Bliss
             ,
             who
             quench't
             that
             fire
             ?
          
           
             Thy
             sails
             were
             hoysed
             ,
             and
             thou
             seemed
             clear
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             RELIGION
             as
             thy
             port
             to
             steer
             ,
          
           
           
             I
             who
             esteem
             thy
             happiness
             my
             gain
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             thy
             Pilot
             ,
             I
             did
             not
             disdain
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             'm
             for
             the
             Voyage
             (
             said
             I
             )
             But
             it
             is
             fit
          
           
             To
             know
             my
             Pilots
             skill
             ,
             for
             fear
             I
             split
             ,
          
           
             For
             in
             RELIGION
             there
             are
             many
             Cheats
             ,
          
           
             No
             fewer
             then
             their
             are
             in
             Courts
             and
             States
             ,
          
           
             Each
             painted
             HARLOT
             ,
             calls
             her self
             the
             Spouse
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             the
             name
             of
             CHURCH
             ,
             doth
             Men
             amuse
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             I
             again
             would
             hear
             your
             Name
          
           
             And
             by
             what
             Right
             ,
             you
             to
             that
             Honour
             Claim
             :
          
        
         
           
             My
             Warrines
             She
             seemed
             to
             applaud
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             I
             might
             suspect
             from
             others
             Fraud
             ;
          
           
             But
             that
             HER
             WORD
             ,
             might
             be
             sufficient
             ,
          
           
             To
             clear
             my
             mind
             ,
             to
             clear
             her
             just
             intent
             ,
          
           
             For
             others
             do
             acknowledge
             they
             may
             Erre
             ;
          
           
             But
             I
             my self
             Infallible
             averre
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             thou
             may
             the
             more
             assured
             be
             ,
          
           
             
               I
               am
               the
            
             ROMAN
             CATHOLICK
             CHURCH
             ,
             (
             said
             She
             )
          
           
             That
             is
             my
             Name
             :
             (
             said
             I
             )
             their's
             on
             Word
             more
          
           
             Now
             in
             your
             Name
             ,
             then
             I
             did
             hear
             before
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             same
             Word
             ,
             (
             which
             makes
             me
             yet
             more
             Shy
             )
          
           
             Doth
             seem
             a
             Contradiction
             to
             imply
             :
          
           
             Roman
             and
             Catholick
             ,
             how
             can
             that
             consist
             ?
          
           
             In
             diff'rent
             Categories
             they
             themselves
             do
             list
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             froun'd
             ,
             and
             then
             disdainfully
             .
             She
             smil'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             
               Poor
               Man
            
             ,
             how
             far
             ar't
             thou
             beguil'd
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             throat
             's
             too
             narrow
             ,
             and
             thy
             Wit
             's
             too
             shallow
             ,
          
           
             If
             thou
             one
             Contradiction
             can
             not
             swallow
             ;
          
           
             That
             's
             but
             a
             Gnat
             ;
             go
             with
             me
             silly
             fool
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             again
             will
             set
             thee
             to
             the
             School
             :
          
           
             Once
             learn
             but
             to
             beleive
             ,
             I
             cannot
             Err
             ,
          
           
             A
             thousand
             Contradictions
             then
             Infer
             ,
          
           
             These
             triffles
             ,
             will
             thee
             never
             more
             Deter
             .
          
           
           
             My
             Pleas
             are
             great
             ,
             for
             all
             I
             doe
             pretend
             ,
          
           
             Mine
             Arguments
             are
             Infinite
             ,
             without
             end
             ,
          
           
             Without
             beginning
             ;
             then
             She
             stretch't
             Her
             voice
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             into
             mine
             Ears
             a
             dreadfull
             noyse
             ;
          
           
             What
             (
             said
             She
             )
             knowes
             thou
             not
             mine
             Unity
             ,
          
           
             My
             SANCTITIE
             my
             great
             ANTIQUITY
          
           
             My
             MULTITUDE
             ,
             My
             VISIBILITY
             ,
          
           
             My
             MIRACLES
             ,
             SUCCESSION
             ,
             yea
             my
             Name
          
           
             Of
             CATHOLICK
             ,
             doth
             justifie
             my
             Claim
             ,
          
           
             And
             therefore
             ,
             now
             will
             I
          
           
             I
             'll
             make
             the
             World
             ,
             and
             thee
             to
             hear
             ,
             I
             'll
             Cry
          
           
             I
             'll
             thunder
             my
             INFALLIBILITY
          
           
             But
             lest
             my
             words
             doe
             not
             affect
             thine
             Heart
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             more
             knowledge
             may
             to
             thee
             impart
             ,
          
           
             Make
             no
             delay
             ;
             but
             quickly
             follow
             me
             ,
          
           
             And
             thou
             shal't
             be
             instructed
             by
             thine
             Eie
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             'lt
             see
             RELIGION
             in
             her
             Glorious
             dress
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             that
             sight
             ,
             thy
             Love
             will
             much
             increase
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             'll
             lead
             thee
             first
             unto
             my
             Glorious
             HEAD
             ,
          
           
             In
             whom
             what
             Glorie
             dwells
             ,
             cannot
             be
             said
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             'lt
             see
             ,
             Thou
             'lt
             wonder
             ,
             thou
             shal't
             hear
             his
             words
             ,
          
           
             They
             'l
             charm
             thine
             Ears
             ,
             they
             'l
             pierce
             thine
             heart
             as
             swords
             ,
          
           
             They
             are
             all
             Oracles
             .
             
               O
               my
               Glorious
            
             HEAD
             ?
          
           
             I
             found
             She
             still
             inclined
             to
             proceed
          
           
             Into
             his
             praise
             :
             And
             therefore
             I
          
           
             Who
             had
             enough
             of
             curiosity
             ,
          
           
             To
             see
             Gay
             sights
             ,
             did
             passionatly
             cry
          
           
             O
             Lead
             me
             ,
             I
             will
             follow
             instantly
             .
          
           
             We
             spoke
             no
             more
             ,
             but
             in
             a
             little
             space
             ,
          
           
             She
             bid
             me
             look
             to
             that
             resplendent
             place
             ,
          
           
             Lo
             that
             's
             the
             Palace
             ,
             unto
             which
             we
             go
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             Name
             She
             told
             me
             was
             SAINT
             ANGELO
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thither
             we
             came
             ,
             and
             quickly
             entrance
             got
             ,
          
           
           
             MY
             GUIDE
             was
             there
             well
             known
             ,
             tho
             I
             was
             not
             ,
          
           
             To
             Her
             they
             Bow'd
             ,
             to
             Her
             all
             homage
             pay'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Palace
             we
             were
             streight
             convey'd
             :
          
           
             I
             looked
             with
             a
             curious
             Strangers
             Eie
             ,
          
           
             Observing
             all
             things
             which
             I
             there
             did
             see
             ,
          
           
             The
             rooms
             ,
             were
             stately
             which
             I
             did
             behold
             ,
          
           
             All
             pav'd
             with
             Marble
             ,
             and
             all
             siel'd
             with
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             Which
             Struck
             with
             rayes
             ,
             reflected
             such
             a
             light
             ,
          
           
             As
             did
             at
             once
             please
             and
             confound
             my
             sight
             :
          
           
             But
             that
             wherewith
             mine
             eyes
             I
             longest
             fed
             ,
          
           
             Was
             pictures
             wherewith
             they
             were
             garnished
             ,
          
           
             And
             these
             were
             draw'n
             and
             were
             coloured
             so
             ,
          
           
             I
             doubted
             if
             they
             were
             alive
             or
             no.
             
          
        
         
           
             Here
             was
             a
             judge
             ,
             who
             on
             his
             bench
             did
             sit
             ,
          
           
             A
             mightie
             throng
             of
             men
             encompass'd
             it
             ,
          
           
             I
             saw
             them
             gape
             ,
             perceiv'd
             they
             cry'd
             aloud
          
           
             Away
             with
             him
             ,
             and
             on
             us
             be
             his
             Blood
             ;
          
           
             I
             saw
             the
             man
             'gainst
             whom
             they
             were
             so
             bent
             ,
          
           
             His
             looks
             ,
             bespoke
             him
             wholly
             innocent
             ;
          
           
             They
             told
             me
             that
             was
             IESUS
             ,
             whom
             I
             spy'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             these
             were
             Jewes
             who
             thus
             against
             him
             cry'd
             ,
          
           
             I
             well
             took
             heed
             to
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             thought
             ,
             I
             'm
             now
             in
             
               Pilates
               Iudgement-Hall
            
             :
          
        
         
           
             The
             manner
             of
             Christs
             death
             ,
             I
             saw
             so
             plain
             ,
          
           
             How
             he
             was
             mock't
             ,
             how
             men
             did
             him
             disdain
             ,
          
           
             How
             he
             was
             strip't
             ,
             and
             scourg'd
             ,
             and
             crown'd
             with
             thorn
             ,
          
           
             How
             he
             came
             forth
             ,
             and
             how
             his
             Cross
             was
             born
             ;
          
           
             How
             he
             was
             pierc'd
             ,
             and
             how
             he
             bow'd
             his
             head
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             my self
             with
             confidence
             I
             said
             ,
          
           
             
               Or
               here
               's
               the
               place
               in
               which
               my
               Lord
               was
               slain
            
          
           
             
               Or
               else
               I
               'm
               sure
               he
               's
               murthered
               here
               again
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             I
             was
             the
             more
             confirmed
             in
             this
             thought
             ,
          
           
           
             When
             to
             another
             little
             room
             I
             'm
             brought
             ,
          
           
             They
             shew'd
             me
             there
             ,
             the
             tree
             that
             once
             him
             bo●●
          
           
             The
             Nails
             ,
             and
             Spear
             ,
             which
             did
             his
             Body
             gore
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             cruell
             instruments
             of
             death
             ,
          
           
             By
             these
             (
             said
             they
             )
             he
             was
             bereav'd
             of
             Breath
             :
          
           
             I
             made
             no
             doubt
             ,
             when
             I
             saw
             all
             intire
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             the
             Executioner
             was
             also
             here
             .
          
        
         
           
             MY
             GUIDE
             bids
             me
             go
             on
             ,
             at
             length
             ,
             did
             bring
          
           
             Me
             ,
             to
             her
             so
             much
             celebrated
             King
             ;
          
           
             He
             smil'd
             on
             Her
             ,
             and
             though
             he
             knew
             not
             me
             ,
          
           
             All
             's
             welcome
             whom
             ye
             bring
             with
             you
             said
             he
             .
          
           
             She
             told
             him
             that
             I
             was
             a
             Stranger
             ,
             whom
          
           
             She
             had
             desir'd
             along
             with
             her
             to
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             be
             bless'd
             by
             seeing
             of
             his
             face
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             his
             words
             to
             be
             inspir'd
             with
             grace
             ;
          
           
             Knowing
             ,
             my
             doubts
             should
             be
             dispell'd
             that
             hour
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             shoud
             be
             informed
             of
             his
             power
             :
          
           
             He
             bids
             me
             then
             draw
             neer
             ,
          
           
             And
             thank
             the
             Heavens
             ,
             and
             her
             who
             brought
             me
             here
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             an
             introduction
             to
             my
             bliss
             ,
          
           
             
               He
               stretched
               out
               his
               foot
               to
               me
               to
               kiss
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             To
             say
             the
             truth
             when
             I
             observ'd
             his
             face
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             it
             boaded
             very
             little
             grace
             ;
          
           
             His
             eyes
             were
             loftie
             ,
             sparkling
             ,
             full
             of
             wrath
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             his
             brow
             (
             me
             thought
             )
             at
             rage
             and
             death
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             was
             very
             wrinkled
             ,
             very
             pale
             ,
          
           
             His
             hands
             did
             tremble
             ,
             and
             his
             limbs
             did
             faill
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             saw
             A
             TRIPLE
             CROWN
             upon
             his
             Head.
          
           
             With
             some
             Inscriptions
             ,
             which
             I
             long'd
             to
             read
             :
          
           
             Which
             that
             I
             might
             the
             better
             understand
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             presume
             to
             draw
             some
             nearer
             hand
             :
          
           
             What
             see
             I
             now
             ?
          
           
           
             It
             's
             Holiness
             ,
             that
             blurred
             word
             I
             trow
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             Blasphemie
             fair
             written
             on
             the
             brow
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             written
             here
             ,
             SERVUS
             SERVORUM
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             written
             there
             DOMINUS
             DOMINORUM
             ,
          
           
             And
             'twixt
             each
             word
             was
             written
             MYSTERIE
             ,
          
           
             And
             Reason
             for
             't
             ;
             for
             so
             was
             all
             to
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Some
             while
             ,
             I
             nothing
             did
             but
             look't
             ,
             and
             gaz'd
             ,
          
           
             The
             more
             I
             look't
             ,
             the
             more
             I
             was
             amaz'd
             ;
          
           
             He
             did
             interpret
             this
             my
             deep
             suspence
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             the
             fruit
             of
             profound
             Reverence
             :
          
           
             Some
             words
             at
             length
             he
             did
             begin
             to
             mutter
             ,
          
           
             But
             for
             some
             space
             ,
             no
             sentence
             might
             he
             utter
             ,
          
           
             So
             Violent
             a
             cough
             did
             him
             assaill
             ,
          
           
             As
             stop't
             his
             speech
             ,
             and
             made
             his
             breath
             to
             faill
             ,
          
           
             Which
             when
             it
             ceas'd
             ,
             he
             made
             no
             longer
             stay
             ,
          
           
             But
             rais'd
             his
             head
             ,
             and
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             thus
             did
             say
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             'm
             He
             ,
             that
             makes
             my
             dreadfull
             Curses
             fly
          
           
             Throughout
             the
             Earth
             ,
             and
             penetrat
             the
             Sky
             ,
          
           
             Through
             Walls
             of
             stone
             these
             furious
             bullets
             may
          
           
             Without
             controull
             force
             their
             impetuous
             way
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             proclaim
             a
             Jubilee
             ,
             all
             sin
          
           
             Is
             quite
             discharg'd
             ,
             and
             wealth
             to
             me
             comes
             in
             :
          
           
             I
             can
             dispence
             with
             all
             the
             Lawes
             Divine
             ,
          
           
             Cause
             sons
             'gainst
             Parents
             fearlesly
             combine
             ,
          
           
             I
             say
             ,
             and
             many
             swear
             that
             all
             the
             world
             is
             mine
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             in
             Pomp
             do
             go
             ,
          
           
             Poor
             Kings
             ,
             as
             pageants
             do
             attend
             the
             show
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             decree
             ,
             soon
             does
             a
             busie
             swarm
          
           
             Of
             
               Black
               ,
               White
               ,
               Gray-Friars
            
             take
             allarme
             ,
          
           
             
               Men
               of
               all
               Colours
            
             ,
             who
             can
             open
             breasts
             ,
          
           
             And
             creep
             into
             the
             most
             retired
             rests
             .
          
           
             They
             cry
             ,
             
               Thus
               hath
               our
            
             HOLY
             FATHER
             said
             ,
          
           
             Who
             trembleth
             not
             ?
             who
             doth
             not
             bow
             the
             Head
             ?
          
           
           
             Who
             doeth
             not
             profoundest
             homage
             pay
             ?
          
           
             Who
             dare
             once
             doubt
             the
             truth
             of
             what
             I
             say
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Garments
             of
             richest
             crimpson
             I
             do
             wear
             ,
          
           
             And
             Crownes
             of
             purest
             beaten
             gold
             I
             bear
             :
          
           
             Heaven
             and
             Hells
             gates
             ,
             it's
             vaults
             ,
             and
             Cells
             all
             be
          
           
             Shut
             or
             made
             open
             ,
             as
             it
             pleaseth
             me
             :
          
           
             None
             ,
             dare
             be
             so
             presumptuous
             or
             bold
          
           
             'Mongst
             Mortalls
             ,
             to
             repine
             ,
             or
             to
             withhold
          
           
             From
             me
             their
             Conscience
             or
             their
             Gold
             :
          
           
             If
             to
             infernall
             flames
             I
             thousands
             lead
             ,
          
           
             
               What
               doest
               thou
            
             ?
             should
             by
             no
             man
             be
             said
             :
          
           
             
               If
               Vertues
               ,
               Sins
               ,
               or
               Sins
               ,
               I
               Vertues
               call
               ,
            
          
           
             
               My
               words
               should
               firmly
               be
               believ'd
               by
               all
            
          
        
         
           
             I
             can
             make
             Saints
             ,
             I
             can
             make
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             I
             can
             make
             Him
             who
             made
             all
             things
             ,
          
           
             I
             can
             give
             others
             power
             to
             make
             him
             ,
          
           
             And
             give
             to
             thee
             the
             priviledge
             to
             take
             him
             :
          
           
             Blood
             I
             can
             make
             of
             Wine
             ,
             and
             Flesh
             of
             Bread
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             have
             but
             a
             very
             few
             words
             said
             ,
          
           
             I
             squeeze
             the
             living
             ,
             to
             releive
             the
             dead
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             Hallow
             all
             things
             with
             my
             words
          
           
             I
             Hallow
             Helmets
             ,
             Hallow
             Swords
             ,
          
           
             I
             Hallow
             Trees
             ,
             I
             Hallow
             Stones
             ,
          
           
             I
             Hallow
             dry
             and
             rotten
             Bones
             ;
          
           
             I
             Hallow
             Meddalls
             ,
             Hallow
             Oyle
             ,
          
           
             I
             Hallow
             Water
             ,
             Hallow
             Soyle
             ,
          
           
             I
             Hallow
             Salt
             I
             Hallow
             Cells
             ,
          
           
             I
             Hallow
             Kirks
             ,
             I
             Hallow
             Bells
             ,
          
           
             So
             strong
             and
             mighty
             are
             my
             spells
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             with
             very
             little
             adoe
          
           
             Could
             Hallow
             Brothell-Houses
             too
             .
          
        
         
           
             Commit
             thy self
             to
             me
             ,
             then
             do
             not
             fear
             ,
          
           
             No
             Oath
             shall
             ty
             thee
             ,
             thou
             may'st
             freely
             swear
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             freely
             break
             ,
             this
             shall
             be
             thy
             defence
             ,
          
           
             How
             oft
             thou
             swears
             ,
             so
             oft
             I
             can
             Dispence
             :
          
           
             Be
             thou
             once
             mine
             ,
             and
             from
             that
             happie
             time
          
           
             Thou
             needst
             not
             stand
             in
             dread
             of
             any
             crime
             ;
          
           
             The
             greatest
             sins
             thy
             bliss
             shall
             not
             prejudge
             ,
          
           
             For
             my
             INDULGENCE
             shall
             be
             thy
             Refuge
             :
          
           
             
               But
               as
               thou
               wouldst
               avoid
               my
               heavy
               Curse
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Come
               never
               to
               me
               with
               an
               empty
               purse
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             I
             long'd
             to
             hear
             him
             speak
             ;
             but
             longed
             sore
          
           
             To
             hear
             him
             make
             an
             end
             ,
             and
             speak
             no
             more
             :
          
           
             At
             length
             ,
             he
             fell
             a
             Coughing
             once
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             only
             spoke
             these
             broken
             words
             with
             pain
             ;
          
           
             Shrew
             on
             this
             Phlegme
             ,
             that
             dare
             assault
             my
             throat
             ,
          
           
             And
             stop
             my
             sacred
             breath
             ;
             for
             did
             it
             not
             ,
          
           
             I
             've
             more
             to
             say
             ,
             and
             thou
             should
             hear
             a
             shoure
             ,
          
           
             Of
             mighty
             words
             ,
             to
             shew
             my
             mighty
             power
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             stood
             a
             while
             ,
             Heart
             ,
             Hand
             ,
             and
             all
             was
             gone
          
           
             I
             fear'd
             me
             transubstantiat
             to
             a
             stone
             ,
          
           
             My
             tender
             Stomach
             turn'd
             to
             see
             him
             spit
             ,
          
           
             My
             tender
             Conscience
             was
             fright
             out
             of
             wit
             ;
          
           
             I
             found
             my self
             in
             an
             unusuall
             stirre
             ,
          
           
             At
             last
             I
             modestly
             did
             say
             ,
             
               Great
               Sir
            
             ,
          
           
             If
             Greater
             Titles
             I
             do
             not
             bestow
          
           
             On
             you
             ,
             I
             hope
             your
             Clemencie
             you
             'l
             show
             ,
          
           
             For
             that
             's
             the
             Greatest
             Title
             ,
             that
             I
             know
          
           
             Due
             unto
             men
             below
             :
          
           
             Fellow
             (
             said
             he
             )
             thou
             should
             have
             called
             me
          
           
             A
             GOD
             ON
             EARTH
             ,
             for
             no
             less
             will
             I
             be
             ,
          
           
             
               I
               Am
            
             CHRIST'S
             VICAR
             ,
             and
             who
             dare
             say
             less
          
           
             To
             me
             ,
             then
             ,
             
               May
               it
               please
               your
               Holiness
            
             ?
          
           
             I
             as
             a
             wretched
             Heretick
             should
             thee
             use
             ;
          
           
             But
             Ignorance
             shall
             thee
             this
             once
             excuse
             :
          
           
             I
             would
             I
             were
             away
             (
             thought
             I
             )
          
           
             I
             fear
             hee
             'l
             force
             to
             Blaspheme
             ,
             or
             dy
             .
          
           
           
             I
             spoke
             no
             more
             ,
             untill
             he
             gave
             command
             ,
          
           
             And
             bids
             me
             boldly
             propose
             my
             demand
             ;
          
           
             For
             now
             I
             'm
             in
             my
             SACRED
             CHAIR
             (
             said
             he
             ,
             )
          
           
             All
             
               's
               Oracles
               ▪
            
             that
             now
             does
             flow
             from
             me
             :
          
           
             The
             thing
             (
             said
             I
             )
             which
             I
             would
             gladly
             know
             ,
          
           
             Is
             ,
             who
             did
             this
             great
             power
             on
             you
             bestow
             ?
          
           
             Some
             will
             deny
             't
             and
             some
             perhaps
             will
             flout
             it
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             shall
             I
             convince
             one
             ,
             who
             doth
             doubt
             it
             ?
          
        
         
           
             I
             do
             not
             (
             said
             He
             )
             things
             uncertain
             boast
             ,
          
           
             I
             have
             convinced
             many
             to
             their
             cost
          
           
             Of
             my
             great
             power
             ;
             But
             would
             thou
             know
             it's
             spring
             ,
          
           
             I
             from
             SAINT
             PETER
             ,
             He
             from
             Christ
             did
             bring
          
           
             This
             Priviledge
             ;
             and
             did
             thou
             never
             read
          
           
             That
             Christ
             bid
             him
             ,
             
               His
               Sheep
               ,
               his
               Lambs
               go
               feed
               ?
            
          
           
             Is
             not
             this
             in
             the
             Bible
             ?
             Ah
             said
             I
             ,
          
           
             
               Upon
               that
               Book
               I
               dare
               not
               set
               mine
               eye
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Lest
               it
               pervert
               me
               into
               Heresy
               :
            
          
           
             It
             's
             true
             (
             said
             He
             )
             it's
             dangerons
             for
             thee
             ;
          
           
             But
             yet
             thou
             sees
             ,
             this
             Text
             doth
             speak
             for
             me
             ,
          
           
             Hear
             ,
             
               I
               'll
               expound
               it
               now
               Infalliblie
            
             .
          
           
             By
             SHEEP
             and
             LAMBS
             ,
             all
             Men
             are
             understood
             ,
          
           
             Kings
             ,
             Subjects
             ,
             Church-men
             ,
             Lay-men
             ,
             Bad
             ,
             and
             Good
             :
          
           
             
               To
               Feed
               them
            
             ,
             Is
             a
             word
             ,
             will
             comprehend
             ,
          
           
             As
             much
             as
             thou
             can
             think
             or
             I
             intend
             :
          
           
             First
             it
             imports
             ,
             that
             I
             must
             Rule
             them
             all
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             must
             Trust
             me
             ,
             and
             obey
             my
             call
             ,
          
           
             They
             'r
             not
             right
             Sheep
             ,
             if
             they
             once
             think
             they
             'r
             free
          
           
             To
             question
             mine
             INFALLIBILITY
             :
          
           
             If
             Emperours
             ,
             or
             Kings
             ,
             shall
             disobey
          
           
             These
             Rams-Horns
             ,
             then
             its
             just
             that
             I
             should
             fray
             :
          
           
             Then
             ,
             all
             their
             Fleeces
             do
             to
             me
             belong
             ,
          
           
             And
             though
             my
             Sheirs
             goe
             neer
             ,
             I
             do
             no
             wrong
             ;
          
           
             Yea
             I
             may
             some
             not
             only
             Fleece
             ;
             but
             Flay
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             's
             not
             fit
             to
             live
             ,
             may
             justly
             Slay
             :
          
           
           
             
               Such
               as
               I
               please
               I
               Weddens
               may
               create
               ,
            
          
           
             
               This
               warrants
               ;
               well
               the
               Clergies
               Celibate
               :
            
          
           
             And
             to
             conclude
             ;
             for
             thou
             shalt
             not
             be
             vex't
          
           
             With
             all
             that
             may
             be
             said
             from
             this
             on
             Text
             ,
          
           
             If
             any
             do
             deny
             the
             power
             I
             claim
             ,
          
           
             I
             may
             send
             out
             my
             Dogs
             to
             worry
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             thus
             he
             had
             me
             taught
             ,
             he
             did
             expect
          
           
             That
             I
             should
             thank
             him
             with
             profound
             respect
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             I
             did
             :
             For
             gravely
             I
             did
             seem
          
           
             To
             have
             each
             word
             he
             spake
             in
             great
             esteem
             :
          
           
             I
             told
             him
             I
             was
             rap't
             in
             Admiration
             ,
          
           
             (
             I
             had
             no
             will
             to
             call
             it
             Veneration
             )
          
           
             Of
             all
             I
             saw
             and
             heard
             ,
             and
             well
             I
             wot
          
           
             I
             spake
             even
             as
             I
             thought
             ,
             I
             lyed
             not
             :
          
           
             For
             wondrous
             was
             the
             preaching
             I
             did
             hear
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             Inscriptions
             wondrous
             which
             his
             Crownes
             did
             bear
             ,
          
           
             The
             Garb
             was
             wondrous
             which
             I
             saw
             him
             wear
             ,
          
           
             And
             wondrous
             were
             his
             Boasts
             ,
             and
             
               wondrous
               was
               his
               Chair
            
             :
          
           
             I
             well
             remember
             ,
             of
             THE
             CHAIR
             I
             said
          
           
             
               That
               of
               the
               Tree
               of
               Knowledge
               it
               was
               made
               ,
            
          
           
             It
             's
             Back
             ,
             and
             Boughs
             ,
             did
             such
             learn'd
             notions
             give
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             Seat
             and
             Stoops
             were
             so
             Demonstrative
             :
          
           
             He
             smil'd
             at
             this
             ,
             and
             nothing
             more
             did
             say
             ,
          
           
             I
             humbly
             took
             my
             leave
             ,
             and
             went
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             MY
             GUIDE
             perceiv'd
             ,
             I
             did
             not
             well
             digest
          
           
             The
             scalding
             dishes
             of
             this
             sumptuous
             feast
             ,
          
           
             She
             told
             me
             ,
             that
             She
             well
             in
             mind
             did
             bear
          
           
             The
             words
             ,
             I
             uttered
             of
             the
             SACRED
             CHAIR
             ;
          
           
             And
             what
             I
             spake
             of
             the
             forbidden
             Tree
             ,
          
           
             Assur'd
             her
             that
             the
             fruit
             displeased
             me
             :
          
           
             Yet
             ceas'd
             she
             not
             ,
             HER
             HEAD
             still
             to
             commend
             ,
          
           
             And
             bid
             me
             mind
             ,
             how
             he
             did
             condescend
          
           
             To
             teach
             poor
             me
             ;
             She
             praif'd
             his
             Majestie
             ,
          
           
             And
             much
             applauded
             his
             Humility
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             said
             ,
             I
             should
             be
             with
             much
             knowledge
             fraught
             ,
          
           
             If
             I
             remembred
             well
             what
             he
             had
             taught
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             promised
             that
             I
             should
             all
             retain
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             I
             said
             ,
             this
             GREAT
             KING
             I
             have
             seen
             ,
          
           
             But
             yet
             I
             would
             see
             more
             ,
             their
             's
             much
             report
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             his
             COURT
             ,
             all
             Nations
             doe
             resort
             ,
          
           
             If
             there
             be
             great
             ,
             Good
             ,
             Wise
             men
             any
             where
             ,
          
           
             I
             am
             assured
             that
             they
             must
             be
             there
             ;
          
           
             And
             I
             am
             fond
             to
             see
             such
             Glorious
             sights
             ,
          
           
             May
             now
             mine
             eyes
             be
             bless't
             with
             those
             great
             lights
             ▪
          
           
             She
             much
             applauded
             this
             my
             good
             designe
             ,
          
           
             And
             promised
             ,
             she
             would
             me
             thither
             bring
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             well
             pleas'd
             to
             find
             her
             so
             benigne
             ,
          
           
             Ready
             to
             humour
             me
             in
             every
             thing
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             brought
             me
             to
             a
             GLORIOUS
             COURT
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             In
             all
             things
             corresponding
             to
             it's
             HEAD
             ,
          
           
             Each
             Man
             was
             more
             then
             princely
             whom
             I
             saw
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             object
             there
             ,
             mine
             eyes
             did
             draw
             ,
          
           
             To
             all
             I
             crieng'd
             ,
             of
             all
             I
             stood
             in
             awe
             :
          
           
             Some
             had
             most
             sharp
             and
             piercing
             looks
             ,
          
           
             Some
             ,
             Tongues
             more
             eloquent
             then
             Books
             ,
          
           
             I
             never
             saw
             ,
             untill
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             So
             many
             in
             such
             gorgeous
             array
             ,
          
           
             I
             madly
             said
             ,
             O
             that
             it
             might
             be
             ay
          
           
             My
             Lot
             into
             this
             Paradise
             to
             stay
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             brain
             sick
             was
             I
             ,
             thus
             my
             thoughts
             did
             roam
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             had
             much
             adoe
             to
             force
             them
             home
             ,
          
           
             I
             could
             not
             think
             ,
             but
             men
             in
             such
             a
             state
          
           
             Must
             surely
             be
             as
             good
             as
             they
             are
             great
             ,
          
           
             Or
             that
             unto
             the
             Bad
             ,
             Wise
             Providence
          
           
             Should
             all
             that
             's
             goodly
             in
             the
             Earth
             dispense
             .
          
        
         
           
             It
             's
             easie
             ,
             when
             a
             man
             's
             in
             solitude
             ,
          
           
             To
             slight
             the
             gaudy
             World
             ,
             to
             conclude
          
           
           
             That
             all
             it's
             pomps
             ,
             and
             Riches
             ,
             are
             but
             lies
             ,
          
           
             An
             heap
             of
             gilded
             worthless
             vanities
          
           
             And
             to
             contemn
             the
             flatt'ring
             breath
             of
             fame
             ,
          
           
             The
             foolish
             whistlings
             of
             an
             honoured
             name
             ,
          
           
             And
             hate
             that
             wild
             ambition
             ,
             which
             with
             force
          
           
             Doth
             ride
             ,
             and
             spurus
             ,
             like
             unruly
             horse
             ,
          
           
             And
             these
             imperious
             lusts
             ,
             which
             often
             cause
          
           
             Men
             break
             all
             bonds
             ,
             and
             trample
             on
             all
             Lawes
             ;
          
           
             But
             things
             ,
             we
             at
             a
             distance
             can
             despise
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             approach
             us
             ,
             doe
             bewitch
             our
             eyes
             ,
          
           
             And
             charme
             our
             hearts
             ,
             so
             strong
             's
             the
             snare
             ,
          
           
             So
             weak
             our
             minds
             ,
             so
             faint
             our
             care
             ,
          
           
             So
             soon
             our
             resolutions
             doe
             impair
             ,
          
           
             That
             were
             intangled
             ,
             e're
             we
             be
             aware
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             scattered
             beams
             of
             my
             power
             reasons
             light
             ,
          
           
             At
             length
             united
             ,
             and
             did
             Shyne
             more
             bright
             ;
          
           
             E're
             I
             my self
             should
             with
             these
             men
             imbark
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             resolve
             their
             manners
             well
             to
             mark
             :
          
           
             Each
             of
             them
             did
             RELIGION
             much
             commend
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             Her
             service
             vow'd
             their
             lives
             to
             spend
             ,
          
           
             They
             said
             She
             taught
             them
             on
             such
             wealth
             to
             seise
             ,
          
           
             She
             did
             them
             to
             so
             great
             preferments
             raise
             ,
          
           
             She
             did
             procure
             them
             all
             these
             golden
             dayes
             :
          
           
             Is
             't
             so
             ?
             (
             thought
             I
             )
             then
             sure
             She
             is
             become
          
           
             A
             kinder
             mistris
             ,
             then
             she
             was
             to
             some
          
           
             Who
             serv'd
             her
             very
             faithfully
             of
             old
             ,
          
           
             To
             whom
             Shee
             gave
             no
             scarlet
             ,
             gave
             no
             Gold
             ,
          
           
             But
             set
             them
             unto
             harder
             tasks
             then
             so
             ,
          
           
             All
             scorn
             ,
             and
             all
             reproach
             to
             undergoe
             ,
          
           
             Into
             all
             tempests
             ,
             and
             rough
             seas
             to
             rowe
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             all
             wants
             ,
             and
             to
             all
             death
             's
             to
             bowe
             ;
          
           
             But
             since
             She
             useth
             these
             her
             Minions
             better
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             with
             silk
             cords
             them
             to
             her
             service
             fetter
             ,
          
           
             If
             they
             deserve
             these
             favours
             ,
             surely
             then
          
           
             Their
             lives
             will
             prove
             ,
             they
             are
             the
             best
             of
             men
             :
          
           
           
             But
             when
             I
             had
             discovered
             their
             way
             ,
          
           
             By
             curious
             search
             ,
             I
             to
             my self
             did
             say
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Is
             this
             THE
             HOLY
             COURT
             ,
             where
             I
             have
             been
             ?
          
           
             Are
             these
             RELIGIONS
             DARLINGS
             ,
             I
             have
             seen
             ?
          
           
             All
             here
             ,
             are
             Masters
             of
             the
             art
             of
             sin
             ,
          
           
             They
             scarce
             have
             more
             of
             men
             ,
             but
             shape
             and
             sikn
             ;
          
           
             They
             seem
             to
             be
             incarnat
             Furies
             all
             ,
          
           
             Or
             by
             what
             other
             name
             shall
             I
             themcall
             ?
          
           
             Gain
             ,
             Honour
             ,
             Pleasure
             ,
             I
             see
             them
             implore
             ,
          
           
             No
             other
             Gods
             I
             think
             they
             doe
             adore
             ,
          
           
             They
             look't
             not
             up
             to
             Heaven
             ;
             but
             when
             they
             swore
             :
          
           
             They
             often
             met
             ,
             did
             often
             counsell
             take
             ,
          
           
             How
             they
             might
             all
             men
             their
             own
             subjects
             make
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             Consultations
             ,
             did
             pretend
             ,
          
           
             That
             to
             advance
             RELIGION
             was
             their
             end
             :
          
           
             RELIGION'
             's
             sacred
             name
             did
             cloak
             all
             things
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             made
             it
             a
             Stall
             to
             all
             designes
             :
          
           
             I
             mark't
             them
             well
             ,
             I
             found
             they
             were
             a
             Crew
          
           
             Whose
             Eyes
             and
             Faces
             ,
             were
             of
             yellow
             hue
             ,
          
           
             The
             love
             of
             Gold
             ,
             
               (
               That
               jaundise
               of
               the
               Soul
               )
            
          
           
             Had
             made
             their
             Visage
             odiously
             feul
             :
          
           
             Vices
             I
             never
             heard
             of
             here
             I
             found
             ,
          
           
             Men
             who
             unto
             their
             pleasures
             set
             no
             bound
             ;
          
           
             With
             Flouds
             of
             Wine
             ,
             they
             drowned
             all
             their
             cares
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             with
             Musick
             over-noyse
             their
             feares
             :
          
           
             Some
             the
             Buffoons
             here
             did
             play
             ,
          
           
             Some
             ,
             poor
             Orphans
             did
             betray
             ,
          
           
             Some
             ,
             projected
             by
             each
             Cheat
             ,
          
           
             How
             they
             might
             be
             rich
             or
             great
             ,
          
           
             They
             nothing
             did
             account
             unjust
             ,
          
           
             Might
             serve
             their
             humour
             or
             their
             lust
             ;
          
           
             Freely
             their
             Souls
             and
             Consciences
             they
             sold
             ,
          
           
             To
             ly
             on
             Beds
             of
             Silk
             ,
             and
             heap
             up
             Gold
             ;
          
           
             Vice
             seem'd
             to
             be
             their
             ●●lly
             occupation
             ,
          
           
             No
             word
             they
             loath'd
             so
             much
             as
             REFORMATION
          
           
           
             The
             CARD'NALL
             VERTUES
             ,
             I
             could
             tell
             before
             ;
          
           
             But
             CARD'NALL
             VICES
             ,
             I
             found
             many
             more
          
           
             Than
             I
             could
             number
             :
             Better
             be
             alone
             ,
          
           
             Then
             in
             this
             Court
             (
             said
             I
             )
             I
             will
             be
             gone
             .
          
        
         
           
             MY
             GUIDE
             displeased
             was
             ,
             to
             see
             ,
             that
             I
          
           
             So
             narrowly
             did
             into
             all
             things
             pry
             ;
          
           
             Some
             little
             Touch
             of
             Learning
             She
             did
             find
          
           
             I
             had
             ,
             and
             therefore
             to
             divert
             my
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Desir'd
             ,
             that
             now
             I
             would
             HER
             SCHOOLS
             go
             view
             ,
          
           
             The
             Shops
             of
             Learning
             (
             said
             She
             )
             would
             me
             shew
             :
          
           
             I
             lyk't
             the
             motion
             ,
             and
             alledg't
             that
             She
          
           
             No
             greater
             favour
             could
             procure
             to
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             sight
             at
             first
             did
             give
             me
             great
             content
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             I
             was
             into
             myne
             Element
             :
          
           
             Men
             of
             Prodigious
             Learning
             ,
             I
             saw
             there
             ,
          
           
             Prodigious
             heaps
             of
             Books
             ,
             lay
             every
             where
             ;
          
           
             I
             saw
             some
             writting
             Volumes
             (
             I
             confess
             )
          
           
             Which
             I
             did
             judge
             ,
             would
             over-load
             the
             Press
             ;
          
           
             Some
             scrap'd
             out
             lines
             ,
             some
             rent
             out
             leaves
             of
             Books
             ,
          
           
             Which
             pleas'd
             them
             not
             ,
             (
             as
             I
             thought
             by
             their
             looks
             )
          
           
             What
             mean't
             that
             Havock
             I
             conceived
             not
             ,
          
           
             They
             said
             ,
             THEY
             PURGED
             WHAT
             THE
             FATHERS
             wrote
             ,
          
           
             Because
             in
             many
             things
             ,
             they
             well
             did
             see
          
           
             Their
             Books
             inclyn'd
             to
             favour
             Heresie
             :
          
           
             Some
             took
             
               Old
               Parchment
            
             and
             did
             write
             on
             it
             ,
          
           
             In
             Antique
             letters
             ,
             what
             they
             judged
             fit
             ,
          
           
             I
             asked
             what
             they
             wrote
             ?
             It
             was
             ,
             (
             they
             said
             )
          
           
             
               Grave
               Old
               Traditions
               ,
               new
               come
               in
               their
               head
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             by
             these
             
               suddled
               Parchments
            
             ,
             men
             would
             see
          
           
             These
             were
             the
             Doctrines
             of
             Antiquitie
             ,
          
           
             For
             whatsoe'r
             the
             present
             Church
             doth
             hold
             ,
          
           
             Must
             be
             beleeved
             to
             be
             very
             old
             ,
          
           
             
               I
               did
               admire
               their
               Wit
               ;
               but
               could
               not
               be
            
          
           
             
               Well
               satisfied
               with
               their
               Honestie
            
             .
          
           
           
             I
             left
             the
             SCHOOLS
             ,
             and
             to
             MY
             GUIDE
             did
             say
          
           
             That
             I
             inclin'd
             to
             go
             to
             CHURCH
             ,
             and
             pray
          
           
             It
             was
             a
             very
             Solemn
             Holy-Day
             ;
          
           
             And
             by
             my
             longing
             ,
             thither
             was
             I
             led
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             manner
             how
             they
             worsh
             ped
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             CHURCH
             
               was
               sumptuous
            
             ,
             unto
             which
             I
             went
             ,
          
           
             No
             cost
             was
             spared
             for
             it's
             Ornament
             ,
          
           
             When
             I
             went
             in
             ,
             about
             the
             walls
             around
          
           
             Ca●ved
             and
             painted
             IMAGES
             I
             found
          
           
             The
             Pictures
             of
             
               All
               Saints
            
             did
             here
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             even
             
               The
               Trinitie
            
             was
             painted
             here
             :
          
           
             The
             People
             flocking
             came
             unto
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             each
             Image
             they
             did
             bow
             their
             face
             ,
          
           
             Then
             every
             one
             ,
             his
             Prayers
             did
             direct
          
           
             Unto
             the
             Saint
             ,
             he
             chiefly
             did
             respect
             :
          
           
             Many
             did
             to
             The
             BLESSED
             VIRGIN
             croud
             ,
          
           
             Begg'd
             that
             She
             would
             their
             Souls
             protect
             ,
             and
             shroud
             ,
          
           
             From
             all
             their
             foes
             ,
             from
             all
             their
             feared
             harmes
             ,
          
           
             They
             kiss'd
             her
             feet
             ,
             they
             hugg'd
             her
             in
             their
             armes
             ,
          
           
             They
             did
             bespeak
             Her
             in
             all
             flattering
             termes
             ,
          
           
             Said
             ,
             that
             they
             did
             their
             whole
             trust
             in
             Her
             place
             ,
          
           
             Call'd
             Her
             A
             GODDESS
             ,
             LADY
             
               of
               all
               Grace
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             they
             thought
             Her
             by
             these
             whinings
             won
             ,
          
           
             They
             did
             beseech
             Her
             TO
             COMMAND
             HER
             SON
             :
          
           
             In
             on
             thing
             many
             much
             themselves
             o're-shot
             ,
          
           
             They
             call'd
             Her
             LADY
             ,
             yet
             Her
             Sex
             forgot
             ;
          
           
             For
             when
             they
             kneel'd
             ,
             they
             gravely
             did
             accost
             Her
             ,
          
           
             First
             with
             an
             AVE
             then
             a
             PATER
             NOSTER
             :
          
           
             I
             strang'd
             ,
             to
             hear
             ,
             that
             all
             that
             praying
             throng
             ,
          
           
             Did
             scorn
             to
             pray
             but
             in
             
               The
               Latin
               Tongue
            
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             they
             all
             were
             Clerks
             ,
             untill
             I
             found
          
           
             They
             did
             poor
             Priscian
             very
             rudely
             wound
             ,
          
           
             Yea
             they
             did
             use
             such
             uncouth
             Barbarous
             terms
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             suspect'd
             their
             prayers
             smell'd
             of
             Charmes
             ,
          
           
             Some
             Wives
             intending
             to
             rehearse
             their
             Creed
             ,
          
           
             Did
             enterlac't
             with
             handsome
             words
             indeed
             ,
          
           
           
             They
             wrestled
             through
             it
             ,
             with
             a
             deall
             of
             pain
             ,
          
           
             And
             ended
             it
             with
             
               Beitt-im
               and
               Turnim
               again
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             comes
             the
             PRIEST
             and
             did
             himself
             address
          
           
             With
             many
             Rites
             to
             celebrate
             the
             Mass
             ,
          
           
             I
             prysed
             much
             the
             Vestments
             which
             he
             had
             ,
          
           
             So
             rich
             they
             were
             ,
             so
             well
             embroydered
             ,
          
           
             His
             
               Mystick
               Robes
            
             did
             make
             a
             splendid
             show
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             did
             gravely
             to
             the
             ALTAR
             goe
             :
          
           
             Sometimes
             He
             stood
             ,
          
           
             Sometimes
             He
             bow'd
             ,
          
           
             Now
             mumbled
             ,
             then
             spoke
             aloud
             ,
          
           
             He
             crossed
             once
             ,
             He
             crossed
             twice
             ,
          
           
             Then
             at
             a
             Bend
             He
             crossed
             thrice
             :
          
           
             Uncouth
             were
             the
             mouths
             he
             made
             ,
          
           
             Uncouth
             were
             the
             words
             he
             said
             ,
          
           
             He
             often
             crienged
             ,
             and
             he
             kiss't
             ,
          
           
             And
             turning
             next
             ,
             the
             people
             bless't
             ;
          
           
             He
             turn'd
             his
             face
             ,
             he
             turn'd
             his
             back
             ,
          
           
             We
             understood
             not
             what
             He
             spake
             ;
          
           
             But
             saw
             him
             toss'd
             to
             every
             Art
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             Antickly
             he
             act'd
             his
             part
             .
          
           
             After
             He
             thus
             had
             been
             as
             one
             in
             throwes
             ,
          
           
             Had
             made
             strange
             gestures
             ,
             and
             such
             warbling
             showes
             ,
          
           
             At
             length
             ,
             FIVE
             WONDER-WORKING
             WORDS
             he
             saith
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             strange
             effects
             ,
             doe
             far
             exceed
             all
             Faith
             :
          
           
             That
             which
             just
             now
             ,
             was
             only
             BREAD
             before
             ,
          
           
             He
             does
             assert
             ,
             that
             it
             is
             Bread
             no
             more
             ;
          
           
             But
             did
             enjoyn
             ,
             that
             it
             we
             should
             Adore
             ;
          
           
             Nothing
             but
             Bread
             did
             in
             his
             hand
             appear
             ,
          
           
             Nought
             (
             said
             he
             )
             but
             it's
             Accidents
             are
             here
             .
          
           
             
               It
               's
               Bread
               we
               handle
               ,
               Bread
               we
               taste
               ,
               and
               see
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               yet
               we
               must
               believ
               't
               no
               Bread
               to
               be
               :
            
          
           
             The
             people
             all
             upon
             the
             Wafer
             gaz'd
             ,
          
           
             They
             trusted
             all
             he
             said
             ,
             and
             were
             amaz'd
             ,
          
           
           
             They
             kneel'd
             unto
             it
             ,
             as
             a
             Deity
             ,
          
           
             
               They
               have
               a
               sturdie
               Faith
               ,
               (
               in
               truth
               said
               I
               )
            
          
        
         
           
             I
             made
             no
             Question
             next
             ;
             but
             every
             Guest
          
           
             Who
             was
             invited
             to
             this
             Holy
             Feast
             ,
          
           
             Should
             be
             admitted
             of
             the
             Drink
             to
             taste
             :
          
           
             But
             that
             '
             sa
             favour
             which
             was
             quite
             deny'd
             ,
          
           
             He
             took
             THE
             CUP
             ,
             but
             would
             it
             not
             divide
             ,
          
           
             He
             did
             alledge
             ,
             that
             liquor
             must
             not
             be
          
           
             Bestow'd
             upon
             the
             profane
             Laitie
             :
          
           
             I
             asked
             what
             did
             aile
             the
             surly
             Priest
          
           
             Thus
             to
             refuse
             ,
             what
             was
             allow'd
             by
             Christ
             ?
          
           
             Why
             should
             he
             fear
             to
             give
             ,
             since
             Jesus
             did
             it
             ?
          
           
             They
             said
             ,
             A
             HOLY
             COUNCILL
             had
             forbid
             it
             ,
          
           
             Who
             Christ's
             appointment
             well
             did
             understand
             ,
          
           
             But
             what
             he
             bid
             ,
             that
             it
             did
             counter-mand
             ,
          
           
             Behold
             the
             Canon
             is
             at
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Which
             with
             a
             NON
             OBSTANTE
             doth
             begin
             ,
          
           
             Read
             it
             ,
             and
             then
             you
             'l
             see
             it
             is
             a
             Sin
          
           
             For
             Laicks
             to
             desire
             to
             drink
             that
             Cup
          
           
             The
             Priest
             himself
             must
             drink
             it
             every
             sip
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             because
             ,
             
               It
               's
               greatly
               to
               be
               fear'd
            
             ,
          
           
             
               Some
               Drops
               may
               stick
               unto
               a
               Lay-mans
               Beard
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Mass
             being
             done
             ,
             the
             Priest
             with
             no
             mean
             grace
          
           
             Himself
             into
             
               The
               Sacred
               Chair
            
             did
             place
             ,
          
           
             And
             frankly
             to
             his
             preaching
             work
             did
             fall
             ,
          
           
             The
             Text
             he
             chused
             ,
             was
             Apocryphall
             ,
             
          
           
             Anent
             the
             
               Fishes
               Liver
            
             ,
             and
             it's
             Heart
          
           
             Which
             to
             Tobias
             th'
             Angell
             did
             impairt
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             dreadfull
             smell
             away
             the
             Devill
             did
             drive
             ,
          
           
             And
             so
             did
             keep
             the
             
               Young
               Bridegroom
            
             alive
             :
          
           
             From
             this
             fair
             Text
             ,
             he
             did
             discourse
             at
             length
             ,
          
           
             Of
             these
             
               Bad
               Spirits
            
             cunning
             ,
             and
             their
             Strength
             ,
          
           
             He
             Marshall'd
             all
             the
             Devills
             in
             File
             and
             Ranks
             ,
          
           
             He
             told
             us
             Asmodeus
             place
             ,
             and
             pranks
             :
          
           
           
             How
             against
             Marriage
             he
             was
             so
             intent
             ,
          
           
             Because
             it
             is
             
               An
               Holy
               Sacrament
            
             :
          
           
             Then
             had
             we
             such
             a
             talk
             of
             
               Holy
               Fish
            
             ,
          
           
             As
             did
             awake
             mine
             appetite
             to
             wish
          
           
             I
             had
             some
             of
             them
             served
             in
             a
             dish
             ?
          
           
             He
             told
             us
             ,
             how
             fit
             chear
             they
             were
             for
             Lent
             ,
          
           
             How
             sure
             a
             token
             of
             a
             penitent
             ,
          
           
             It
             was
             ,
             with
             these
             his
             table
             for
             to
             cover
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             large
             draughts
             of
             wine
             to
             swill
             them
             over
             :
          
           
             I
             cannot
             well
             remember
             every
             part
             ;
          
           
             But
             much
             he
             spake
             of
             
               The
               Conjuring
               Art
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             much
             he
             prais'd
             the
             
               Holy
               Exorcists
            
             ,
          
           
             Who
             handle
             Devills
             as
             roughly
             as
             they
             list
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             shut
             up
             all
             ,
             he
             told
             ,
             that
             he
             had
             now
          
           
             A
             worthy
             RELIQUE
             to
             us
             all
             to
             shew
             ,
          
           
             Which
             he
             had
             purchas'd
             with
             no
             small
             expense
             ,
          
           
             Which
             we
             must
             view
             ,
             with
             profound
             reverence
             ,
          
           
             It
             was
             ,
             
               One
               of
               that
               Sacred
               Fishes
            
             FINN'S
             ,
          
           
             Of
             force
             to
             fright
             all
             Devils
             ,
             and
             purge
             all
             Sins
             ,
          
           
             Into
             a
             hole
             in
             
               Tygris
               Banks
            
             ,
             he
             said
          
           
             Tobias
             when
             he
             caught
             the
             Fish
             it
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             now
             
               An
               Holy
               Hermite
            
             had
             it
             found
             ,
          
           
             By
             many
             wonders
             done
             about
             that
             ground
             :
          
           
             At
             last
             he
             did
             that
             goodly
             thing
             present
             ,
          
           
             About
             whose
             Vertues
             ,
             many
             words
             were
             spent
             ;
          
           
             My
             Spleen
             with
             laughter
             I
             had
             almost
             rent
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             seem'd
             .
             in
             wond'ring
             with
             the
             rest
             to
             joyne
             ,
          
           
             For
             all
             he
             said
             ,
             past
             here
             for
             goodly
             Coyne
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             to
             that
             preaching
             we
             had
             listened
             ,
          
           
             A
             Child
             is
             brought
             him
             ,
             to
             be
             Christened
             :
          
           
             
               Thrice
               did
               he
               blow
            
             into
             the
             Infants
             face
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             his
             Breath
             could
             have
             conveyed
             Grace
             :
          
           
             Some
             dreadfull
             
               Charming
               words
            
             ,
             he
             then
             did
             say
             ,
          
           
             
               Meaning
               thereby
               to
               drive
               the
               Devill
               away
            
             ;
          
           
           
             As
             if
             the
             pain'd
             ,
             and
             new
             delivered
             Mother
          
           
             Had
             born
             a
             Child
             ,
             and
             ugly
             Devill
             together
             :
          
           
             With
             
               Holy
               Oyle
            
             ,
             the
             Babe
             he
             did
             besmear
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Hallowed
               Garments
            
             ,
             put
             on
             him
             to
             wear
             ;
          
           
             Then
             
               Holy
               Salt
            
             ,
             was
             put
             into
             his
             Mouth
             ,
          
           
             Sure
             (
             thought
             I
             )
             that
             will
             breed
             the
             Child
             a
             drouth
             :
          
           
             
               A
               Holy
               Candle's
            
             then
             put
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
          
           
             The
             use
             whereof
             I
             did
             not
             understand
             ;
          
           
             And
             last
             of
             all
             ,
             
               The
               Priest
            
             did
             think
             it
             fit
          
           
             Gently
             
               To
               stroke
               the
               Child
               with
               what
               he
               spit
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             When
             all
             was
             done
             ,
             one
             did
             
               The
               Priest
            
             accost
             ,
          
           
             Saying
             ,
             A
             man
             who
             now
             gives
             up
             the
             Ghost
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             for
             your
             presence
             earnestly
             intreat
             ,
          
           
             Now
             to
             assist
             him
             in
             his
             greatest
             strait
             ;
          
           
             He
             was
             not
             nice
             to
             go
             ;
             and
             I
          
           
             Resolved
             was
             to
             bear
             him
             company
             ;
          
           
             Not
             that
             I
             curious
             was
             to
             see
          
           
             The
             poor
             man
             in
             his
             agonie
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             I
             thought
             ,
             I
             might
             instructed
             be
          
           
             How
             I
             my self
             might
             learn
             betimes
             to
             die
             .
          
        
         
           
             Being
             intent
             upon
             this
             good
             designe
             ,
          
           
             I
             very
             heedfull
             was
             to
             every
             thing
             :
          
           
             The
             Dying
             man
             did
             earnestly
             request
          
           
             
               The
               Father
            
             ,
             to
             direct
             him
             ,
             how
             he
             best
          
           
             Might
             now
             arrive
             unto
             an
             happie
             rest
             :
          
           
             
               The
               Priest
            
             sat
             down
             ,
             and
             promis'd
             he
             should
             find
          
           
             All
             ease
             ,
             and
             satisfaction
             to
             his
             mind
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             first
             required
             ,
             
               That
               he
               should
               confess
            
          
           
             
               His
               Sins
            
             ,
             and
             not
             conceall
             them
             more
             or
             less
             :
          
           
             The
             house
             was
             usher'd
             ,
             and
             when
             all
             were
             gone
             ,
          
           
             He
             ,
             and
             the
             dying
             man
             were
             left
             alone
             ;
          
           
             But
             sneakingly
             I
             creep't
             beneath
             a
             bed
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             might
             hear
             all
             that
             was
             done
             ,
             or
             said
             :
          
           
           
             Into
             the
             Priest
             ,
             the
             man
             much
             trust
             repos'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             secrets
             of
             his
             Breast
             disclos'd
             :
          
        
         
           
             Oft
             (
             said
             He
             )
             I
             have
             harbour'd
             flaming
             ires
             ,
          
           
             And
             often
             have
             I
             nowrish'd
             lustfull
             fires
             ,
          
           
             Sometimes
             have
             drunk
             ,
             sometimes
             to
             excess
             eated
             ,
          
           
             And
             often
             have
             I
             excessively
             prated
             ,
          
           
             Not
             seldom
             have
             I
             also
             rashly
             sworn
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             most
             sacred
             name
             profanely
             torn
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             times
             when
             I
             have
             pray'd
             alone
             ,
          
           
             My
             lips
             have
             talked
             ,
             when
             my
             heart
             was
             gone
             :
          
           
             Officious
             lies
             made
             often
             he
             confess
             't
             ,
          
           
             As
             also
             lies
             ,
             which
             he
             had
             made
             in
             jeast
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               The
               Priest
            
             said
             ,
             these
             were
             faults
             indeed
             ;
             
               Yet
               all
            
          
           
             
               Or
               most
               of
               them
               ,
               were
               only
            
             VENIALL
             ;
          
           
             
               Some
               Doctors
            
             have
             averr'd
             no
             less
             ,
             (
             said
             he
             )
          
           
             Which
             doth
             suffice
             for
             PROBABILITIE
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             what
             other
             guilt
             there
             was
             ,
             did
             ask
             ?
          
           
             The
             man
             did
             thus
             again
             begin
             his
             task
             :
          
        
         
           
             The
             Churches
             Lawes
             full
             often
             have
             I
             broke
             ,
          
           
             Against
             the
             Pope
             full
             often
             have
             I
             spoke
             ,
          
           
             The
             Holy
             days
             I
             carelesly
             despis'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             Holy
             Reliques
             have
             not
             duely
             pryz'd
             ,
          
           
             Often
             (
             said
             He
             )
             I
             grievously
             have
             fail'd
             ,
          
           
             Some
             faults
             from
             my
             Confessor
             hath
             conceal'd
             :
          
           
             And
             then
             he
             made
             a
             very
             sad
             complaint
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             had
             sometimes
             eaten
             Flesh
             in
             Lent
             ,
          
           
             And
             had
             on
             Friday's
             done
             so
             often
             times
             ;
          
           
             
               The
               Priest
               said
               ,
               These
               were
               horrid
            
             MORTALL
             Crimes
          
           
             Such
             as
             deserve
             Eternall
             punishment
             ;
          
           
             But
             now
             ,
             
               By
               Vertue
               of
               the
               Sacrament
            
          
           
             OF
             PENNANCE
             ,
             This
             deserved
             suffering
             shall
          
           
             Be
             changed
             unto
             one
             that
             's
             Temporall
             ,
          
           
             Lo.
             I
             ABSOLVE
             
               Thee
               from
               the
               Guilt
               of
               all
            
             ;
          
           
           
             
               This
               Absolution
            
             thou
             shalt
             boldly
             show
             ,
          
           
             And
             it
             shall
             be
             Thy
             PASS
             where
             thou
             dos't
             go
             :
          
        
         
           
             But
             that
             no
             danger
             may
             thy
             Soul
             betide
             ,
          
           
             These
             Images
             ,
             I
             lay
             down
             by
             thy
             side
             ,
          
           
             (
             Into
             these
             Guards
             thou
             safely
             may'st
             confide
             )
          
           
             Here
             's
             One
             ,
             of
             
               Christ
               upon
               the
               Cross
            
             ;
             Another
             ,
          
           
             
               The
               Image
               of
               the
               Blessed
               Virgin
               Mother
               ,
            
          
           
             The
             Third's
             ,
             
               The
               Saint's
               whom
               thou
               thy
               Patron
               chose
            
             ;
          
           
             In
             whose
             help
             speciall
             trust
             thou
             did
             repose
             :
          
           
             Embrace
             thou
             them
             ,
             To
             them
             thy self
             commend
             ,
          
           
             They
             no
             small
             comfort
             unto
             thee
             will
             lend
             .
          
        
         
           
             Yet
             that
             thou
             may
             the
             more
             secured
             be
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             fit
             ;
             thou
             in
             
               Religious
               Habite
               die
            
             ,
          
           
             Put
             on
             this
             COU'L
             ,
             put
             on
             this
             CLOAK
             ,
          
           
             Put
             on
             this
             HAIR-CLOATH
             ,
             and
             this
             Frock
          
           
             And
             gird
             this
             CORD
             about
             thy
             weast
             ,
          
           
             And
             ty
             this
             CROSS
             unto
             thy
             Breast
             ;
          
           
             This
             being
             done
             ,
             take
             courage
             ,
             and
             defy
          
           
             All
             the
             black
             Guards
             of
             the
             Infernall
             fry
             ,
          
           
             They
             can
             not
             stand
             'gainst
             this
             Artillery
             :
          
           
             When
             they
             do
             see
             thee
             passing
             by
             their
             border
             ,
          
           
             They
             'l
             think
             thou
             hast
             been
             of
             
               Saint
               Francis
               Order
            
             ,
          
           
             They
             'l
             tremble
             all
             ,
             and
             sculk
             away
             ,
          
           
             As
             Thieves
             are
             us'd
             to
             doe
             at
             break
             of
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thou
             art
             a
             man
             of
             Wit
             (
             thought
             I
             )
             indeed
             ,
          
           
             
               Fair
               fall
               that
               shaven
               ,
               that
               Politick
               head
               ,
            
          
           
             That
             hath
             contriv'd
             and
             taught
             so
             fine
             a
             wile
             ,
          
           
             By
             which
             men
             may
             the
             Devill
             himself
             beguile
             ;
          
           
             In
             truth
             it
             is
             a
             prettie
             handsom
             fraud
             ,
          
           
             And
             (
             if
             it
             work
             )
             I
             doe
             it
             much
             applaud
             ;
          
           
             But
             for
             my
             very
             heart
             I
             can
             not
             think
          
           
             That
             Couls
             and
             Chords
             ,
             can
             make
             the
             Devill
             to
             shrink
             ,
          
           
           
             That
             Cloaths
             can
             hide
             vile
             souls
             and
             cover
             sins
             ,
          
           
             As
             they
             can
             hide
             and
             cover
             fouled
             skins
             ;
          
           
             Or
             that
             such
             dead
             and
             cold
             assistants
             ,
             can
          
           
             Comfort
             a
             dying
             and
             dejected
             man
             :
          
           
             But
             well
             I
             found
             ,
             the
             man
             who
             there
             did
             ly
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             by
             far
             more
             credulous
             then
             I
             ;
          
           
             With
             this
             discourse
             he
             seem'd
             to
             be
             much
             cheer'd
             ,
          
           
             No
             further
             danger
             unto
             him
             appear'd
             ;
          
           
             Untill
             
               The
               Priest
            
             ,
             did
             give
             new
             cause
             of
             fear
             ,
          
           
             And
             did
             put
             on
             a
             countenance
             severe
             .
          
        
         
           
             For
             now
             he
             tells
             the
             man
             a
             dreadfull
             story
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             must
             shortly
             land
             in
             PURGATORIE
             ,
          
           
             He
             so
             descriv'd
             that
             ghastly
             place
             ,
             as
             might
          
           
             The
             stoutest
             of
             all
             mortall
             men
             affright
             :
          
           
             
               There
               is
               fire
               ,
               and
               there
               is
               smoake
               ,
            
          
           
             
               There
               noysome
               heats
               ,
               and
               vapours
               choake
            
          
           
             
               There
               poor
               Souls
               are
               sadly
               toyled
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Some
               ,
               in
               seething
               Caldrons
               boyled
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Some
               ,
               in
               frying
               pans
               are
               broyled
            
          
           
             
               Some
               ,
               on
               spits
               are
               rost
               alive
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Some
               ,
               the
               Fiends
               with
               Scourges
               drive
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Some
               ,
               in
               streams
               of
               Brimstonly
            
          
           
             There
             they
             Shreek
             ,
             and
             there
             they
             cry
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             they
             suffer
             ,
             thus
             they
             dye
             ,
          
           
             They
             'r
             confin'd
             into
             that
             Cage
             ,
          
           
             Some
             ,
             a
             year
             ;
             and
             some
             an
             Age
             ,
          
           
             Some
             for
             many
             Ages
             space
          
           
             Stay
             into
             that
             dismall
             place
             :
          
           
             And
             thou
             (
             said
             he
             )
             must
             still
             endure
             these
             pains
             ,
          
           
             Till
             thou
             be
             wholly
             purged
             from
             thy
             stains
             .
          
        
         
           
             He
             then
             began
             the
             poor
             man
             to
             ANOINT
             ,
          
           
             
               Besmeard
               his
               Head
            
             ,
             and
             Oyled
             every
             joynt
             ,
          
           
             He
             Oyl'd
             his
             Ears
             ,
             he
             Oyl'd
             his
             Eyes
             ,
          
           
             He
             Oyl'd
             his
             Hands
             ,
             he
             Oyl'd
             his
             Thighs
             ,
          
           
           
             
               I
               thought
               ,
               it
               would
               be
               far
               from
               my
               desire
            
          
           
             
               First
               to
               be
               flam'd
               ,
               and
               then
               set
               to
               the
               fire
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             dying
             man
             did
             sigh
             ,
             and
             weeping
             ,
             say
          
           
             How
             sad's
             my
             lodging
             !
             and
             how
             dark's
             my
             way
             !
          
           
             What
             wealth
             would
             I
             not
             be
             content
             to
             give
             ?
          
           
             If
             wealth
             could
             from
             that
             Prison
             me
             reprieve
             ;
          
           
             Or
             if
             I
             can
             not
             from
             't
             be
             whollie
             free
             ,
          
           
             Oh
             that
             my
             stay
             therein
             might
             shortened
             be
             :
          
           
             To
             hear
             of
             Ages
             ,
             and
             of
             thousand
             years
             ,
          
           
             Doth
             rack
             my
             mind
             ,
             and
             fill
             my
             heart
             with
             fears
             ,
          
           
             Each
             hour
             I
             must
             stay
             there
             ,
             an
             Age
             appears
             ,
          
           
             
               The
               Priest
            
             at
             this
             discourse
             prick't
             up
             his
             Ears
             ;
          
        
         
           
             And
             said
             ,
             if
             frankly
             thou
             thy
             wealth
             bestow
          
           
             Upon
             the
             Church
             ,
             her
             Charity
             she
             'l
             show
             ,
          
           
             The
             stock
             is
             great
             which
             she
             hath
             in
             her
             Trust
          
           
             
               The
               treasure
               of
               the
               Merits
               of
               the
               just
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             for
             thy
             safety
             will
             thereof
             dispense
             ,
          
           
             That
             quickly
             thou
             may
             be
             dismissed
             thence
             .
          
           
             
               Sacred
               Bells
               ,
               shall
               oft
               be
               rung
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Many
               Masses
               shall
               be
               sung
            
             ,
          
           
             
               Holy
               Candles
               shall
               be
               lighted
            
             ,
          
           
             
               Whereby
               Friends
               are
               all
               affrighted
            
             ,
          
           
             
               All
               the
               Saints
               shall
               be
               Ador'd
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Holy
               Martyrs
               '
               all
               implor'd
            
             ,
          
           
             
               No
               endeavours
               shall
               be
               wanted
            
             ,
          
           
             
               Till
               thy
               free
               release
               be
               granted
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Prayers
               for
               thee
               shall
               not
               cease
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Till
               thy
               Soul
               be
               well
               at
               ease
               :
            
          
           
             
               Some
               Holy
               Monk
               shall
               tell
               us
               in
               the
               end
               ,
            
          
           
             
               He
               in
               a
               Vision
               saw
               't
               to
               Heaven
               ascend
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               knew
               it's
               shape
               ,
               when
               it
               did
               upwards
               tend
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             poor
             mans
             heart
             with
             this
             discourse
             was
             glad
             ,
          
           
             He
             bid
             him
             ,
             if
             he
             pleas'd
             take
             all
             he
             had
          
           
           
             And
             such
             a
             share
             he
             took
             ,
             that
             they
             did
             find
          
           
             There
             was
             not
             much
             to
             them
             that
             came
             behind
             .
          
        
         
           
             No
             sooner
             came
             I
             out
             unto
             the
             street
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             THE
             LADY
             did
             again
             me
             meet
             ,
          
           
             She
             ask't
             ,
             if
             now
             I
             fully
             was
             convinc't
             ;
          
           
             Or
             if
             my
             mind
             was
             yet
             with
             scruples
             pinch't
             :
          
           
             I
             told
             Her
             ,
             that
             I
             still
             desir'd
             to
             see
          
           
             Some
             further
             proofs
             ,
             of
             that
             great
             Sanctitie
          
           
             Which
             she
             at
             first
             discoursed
             of
             to
             me
             :
          
           
             She
             did
             assure
             me
             ,
             I
             should
             fully
             have
          
           
             That
             granted
             ,
             which
             I
             now
             did
             fondly
             crave
             :
          
           
             And
             first
             (
             said
             She
             )
             to
             shew
             thee
             I
             'l
             begin
          
           
             Men
             ,
             who
             are
             
               Doing
               Pennance
            
             for
             their
             sin
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             saw
             some
             ,
             who
             did
             Pilgrims
             Habites
             take
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             
               Shrynes
               of
               Saints
            
             long
             journeys
             make
             .
          
           
             Some
             with
             cross'd
             armes
             did
             
               Cloath'd
               with
               Sackloth
            
             go
             ,
          
           
             Some
             with
             bare
             feet
             did
             walk
             among
             the
             snow
             :
          
           
             Some
             Lash't
             themselves
             ,
             untill
             their
             flesh
             did
             bleed
             ,
          
           
             Some
             only
             
               Strewed
               Ashes
            
             on
             their
             Head
             :
          
           
             Some
             ,
             did
             some
             Ave's
             ,
             and
             some
             pray'rs
             rehearse
             ,
          
           
             As
             carelesly
             as
             ever
             I
             did
             verse
             ;
          
           
             They
             only
             seem'd
             concern'd
             to
             keep
             account
          
           
             That
             they
             to
             such
             a
             number
             might
             amount
             :
          
           
             Some
             said
             they
             Fasted
             ,
             and
             no
             Flesh
             did
             taste
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             their
             meals
             lack'd
             nothing
             of
             a
             Feast
             :
          
           
             The
             difference
             was
             great
             that
             I
             saw
             there
             .
          
           
             
               Some
               Pennances
               were
               slight
               ,
               and
               some
               severe
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             These
             cruell
             whippers
             of
             themselves
             (
             said
             I
             )
          
           
             Their
             sins
             must
             sure
             be
             of
             a
             double
             dy
             ;
          
           
             These
             other
             ,
             who
             so
             lightly
             doe
             escape
             ,
          
           
             No
             sinners
             are
             ,
             or
             else
             sin
             very
             cheap
             :
          
           
             Thou
             much
             mistakes
             (
             said
             she
             )
             and
             seems
             to
             be
          
           
             Ill
             versed
             in
             the
             Rules
             of
             Policie
             ▪
          
           
           
             Men
             in
             their
             tempers
             differ
             much
             ,
             and
             I
          
           
             With
             all
             of
             them
             endeavour
             to
             comply
             :
          
           
             These
             whom
             thou
             thus
             torment
             themselves
             do'st
             see
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             must
             not
             think
             most
             Criminall
             to
             be
             ;
          
           
             They
             either
             fear
             the
             Divine
             Wrath
             ,
             and
             find
          
           
             That
             these
             their
             outward
             tortures
             ,
             ease
             their
             mind
             ;
          
           
             Or
             else
             unto
             great
             Merit
             they
             aspire
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             will
             not
             deny
             them
             their
             desire
             ;
          
           
             
               I
               bid
               them
               lash
               ,
               till
               they
               make
               bare
               their
               Bones
               ,
            
          
           
             
               And
               fast
               till
               they
               become
               like
               Skeletones
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Others
             more
             joviall
             sinners
             are
             then
             so
             ,
          
           
             And
             will
             not
             such
             hard
             measures
             undergoe
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             all
             thought
             of
             Merit
             ,
             they
             are
             freezed
             ,
          
           
             Are
             not
             ambitious
             ,
             to
             be
             Canonized
             :
          
           
             They
             would
             'scape
             Hell
             ;
             but
             not
             disturb
             their
             ease
             ,
          
           
             And
             them
             I
             also
             carefull
             am
             to
             please
             :
          
           
             They
             have
             as
             easie
             Pennance
             as
             they
             wish
             ,
          
           
             I
             charge
             them
             sometimes
             to
             eat
             only
             Fish
             ,
          
           
             
               For
               change
               of
               Heart
               ,
               prescrive
               them
               change
               of
               Dish
               ,
            
          
           
             Some
             prayers
             they
             'r
             appointed
             to
             say
             over
             ,
          
           
             No
             matter
             if
             their
             Hearts
             be
             fix'd
             ,
             or
             hover
             :
          
           
             I
             shew
             them
             very
             easie
             wayes
             to
             bliss
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             wayes
             so
             safe
             ,
             that
             hardly
             they
             can
             miss
          
           
             Of
             Heaven
             at
             last
             :
             And
             notwithstanding
             doe
          
           
             Put
             them
             in
             fear
             of
             Purgatorie
             too
             ;
          
           
             But
             yet
             the
             fear
             is
             not
             so
             great
             ;
             but
             they
          
           
             Themselves
             indulge
             into
             their
             pleasures
             may
             ;
          
           
             They
             who
             are
             rich
             ,
             if
             they
             a
             Pardon
             pryse
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             't
             a
             little
             money
             can
             despise
             ,
          
           
             This
             will
             be
             sure
             at
             last
             to
             serve
             their
             turn
             ,
          
           
             Into
             these
             flames
             ,
             they
             stay
             not
             long
             to
             burn
             :
          
           
             They
             who
             to
             
               Sacred
               Chappell
               's
            
             can
             but
             trot
             ,
          
           
             Indulgences
             in
             store
             may
             there
             be
             got
             ,
          
           
             Who
             can
             the
             Pilgrimes
             happiness
             define
             ,
          
           
             Who
             visiteth
             but
             once
             LORETTO'S
             Shrine
             ?
          
           
           
             Angels
             did
             bring
             the
             famed
             Chappell
             there
             ,
          
           
             They
             bore
             the
             Stones
             and
             timber
             through
             the
             Air.
             
          
        
         
           
             She
             next
             desired
             that
             I
             those
             should
             see
             ,
          
           
             Who
             to
             
               Religious
               Orders
            
             fixed
             be
             ,
          
           
             These
             (
             said
             She
             )
             are
             the
             Men
             of
             whom
             I
             boast
             ,
          
           
             These
             (
             in
             a
             manner
             )
             ride
             to
             Heaven
             by
             Post
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             make
             good
             their
             journey
             ,
             spare
             no
             cost
             :
          
           
             These
             ,
             did
             She
             shew
             me
             ,
             numerous
             as
             Bees
             ,
          
           
             All
             marshall'd
             into
             diverse
             Companies
             :
          
           
             Some
             ,
             BENEDICTINS
             were
             ,
             some
             CARMELITES
             ,
          
           
             Some
             call'd
             CARTHUSIANS
             ,
             and
             some
             JESUITES
             ,
          
           
             Some
             from
             SAINT
             FRANCIS
             did
             their
             honour
             claim
             ,
          
           
             And
             some
             were
             styl'd
             by
             SAINT
             DOMINICKS
             name
             :
          
           
             Their
             way
             much
             differ'd
             from
             the
             common
             road
             ,
          
           
             They
             had
             strange
             names
             ,
             and
             habites
             which
             were
             odde
             ,
          
           
             
               These
               Men
               (
               said
               She
               )
               on
               Earth
               live
               Angels
               lives
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Possess
               no
               Riches
               ,
               and
               enjoy
               no
               Wives
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Some
             of
             them
             ,
             Preaching
             in
             the
             streets
             did
             walk
             ,
          
           
             Some
             ,
             often
             of
             their
             Extasies
             did
             talk
             ;
          
           
             And
             some
             ,
             their
             bread
             by
             Begging
             only
             got
             ,
          
           
             That
             idle
             sort
             of
             life
             ,
             I
             liked
             not
             ;
          
           
             Such
             lustie
             fellowes
             as
             these
             are
             (
             I
             said
             )
          
           
             Should
             rather
             by
             their
             labour
             earn
             their
             Bread
             ,
          
           
             When
             this
             I
             spake
             ,
             She
             did
             a
             little
             loure
             ,
          
           
             Saying
             ,
             they
             begged
             to
             relieve
             the
             poor
          
           
             Much
             (
             sayes
             She
             )
             get
             they
             ;
             but
             doe
             little
             eat
             ,
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             ,
             (
             said
             I
             )
             
               But
               they
               'r
               like
               their
               meat
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Some
             went
             about
             with
             Reliques
             ,
             and
             did
             shew
          
           
             What
             Miracles
             these
             hallowed
             things
             could
             doe
             ,
          
           
             And
             some
             of
             them
             ,
             the
             people
             did
             acquaint
          
           
             What
             Feats
             were
             wrought
             by
             every
             Countrey-Saint
             :
          
           
             But
             above
             all
             ,
             they
             did
             his
             praises
             sound
             ,
          
           
             Who
             did
             
               Their
               Order
            
             institute
             and
             found
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             all
             of
             them
             ,
             profess'd
             themselves
             to
             be
          
           
             Devoted
             Slaves
             unto
             the
             
               Romish
               see
            
          
           
             And
             thundred
             fearfull
             Dooms
             'gainst
             those
             who
             Cope
          
           
             With
             their
             
               Un-erring
               Glorious
               Head
               the
            
             POPE
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             to
             RELIGIOUS
             HOUSES
             did
             repair
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             might
             see
             what
             SANCTITIE
             was
             there
             :
          
           
             Thither
             I
             found
             some
             Princes
             had
             retir'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             had
             brought
             them
             thither
             I
             admit'd
             ;
          
           
             Untill
             I
             found
             by
             enquirie
             ,
             that
             some
          
           
             Had
             for
             one
             cause
             ,
             some
             for
             another
             come
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             consciences
             of
             some
             were
             rack't
             with
             guilt
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Horrid
             crimes
             ,
             and
             blood
             which
             they
             had
             spil't
          
           
             On
             Beds
             of
             Silk
             ,
             they
             could
             obtain
             no
             rest
             ,
          
           
             An
             
               Angry
               Conscience
            
             (
             that
             unwelcome
             Guest
             )
          
           
             Came
             un-invited
             unto
             every
             feast
             ,
          
           
             Imbittered
             all
             things
             unto
             their
             taste
             ,
          
           
             And
             marr'd
             the
             mirth
             of
             many
             goodly
             jest
          
           
             Untill
             at
             length
             ,
             they
             'r
             taught
             this
             prettie
             knack
             ,
          
           
             Themselves
             unto
             some
             CLOISTER
             to
             betake
          
           
             They
             lay
             aside
             the
             Purple
             ,
             and
             the
             Crown
             ,
          
           
             They
             shave
             their
             Heads
             ,
             put
             on
             the
             Hairy
             Gown
             ,
          
           
             They
             hide
             themselves
             among
             
               Religious
               Men
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             Conscience
             no
             more
             disturbes
             them
             then
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Crimes
             (
             they
             think
             )
             are
             expiat
             hereby
             ,
          
           
             Blood
             ,
             and
             oppression
             will
             no
             longer
             cry
             ,
          
           
             Or
             if
             they
             cry
             ,
             their
             cryes
             will
             not
             be
             heard
             ;
          
           
             Heaven's
             anger
             by
             a
             MONK
             needs
             not
             be
             fear'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             DIOCLESIAN
             ,
             after
             he
             did
             stain
          
           
             His
             Soul
             ,
             with
             blood
             of
             thousands
             ,
             by
             him
             slain
             ,
          
           
             To
             the
             SALONIAN
             Gardens
             did
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             Leaving
             his
             palace
             ,
             and
             imperiall
             State
             ,
          
           
             And
             sought
             for
             ease
             into
             that
             lonely
             seat
             ,
          
           
           
             Ease
             which
             he
             could
             not
             in
             his
             triumphs
             find
          
           
             Unto
             his
             frighted
             discontented
             mind
             .
          
        
         
           
             Others
             were
             not
             so
             bad
             ;
             but
             wearied
             were
          
           
             Betwixt
             the
             various
             turnes
             of
             Hope
             and
             Fear
             ;
          
           
             Afrai'd
             to
             stand
             on
             tops
             of
             humane
             State
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             the
             slipperie
             pinacles
             of
             Fate
             ,
          
           
             They
             rather
             choos'd
             ,
             to
             come
             down
             to
             the
             dust
             ,
          
           
             Of
             free
             accord
             ,
             then
             be
             by
             others
             thrust
             .
          
        
         
           
             Others
             unto
             these
             lowly
             CELLS
             did
             flee
             ,
          
           
             Not
             for
             RELIGION
             ,
             but
             for
             LIBERTIE
             ,
          
           
             Finding
             that
             they
             could
             breath
             in
             free'r
             air
             ,
          
           
             Under
             an
             humble
             rooff
             ,
             with
             homely
             fare
             ,
          
           
             Then
             those
             can
             doe
             whose
             choise
             it
             is
             to
             wait
          
           
             Upon
             a
             life
             of
             Business
             and
             State
             :
          
           
             They
             by
             this
             postern
             did
             escape
             ,
             and
             shroud
          
           
             Themselves
             from
             Warr
             ,
             and
             from
             all
             noise
             and
             croud
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             these
             inconveniencies
             ,
             that
             doe
          
           
             Attend
             on
             Great
             Ones
             ,
             and
             confine
             them
             too
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unto
             the
             meaner
             sort
             I
             looked
             then
          
           
             Of
             those
             RELIGIOUS
             celebrated
             men
             ,
          
           
             Some
             of
             them
             ,
             still
             did
             hatch
             mischievous
             things
             ,
          
           
             To
             imbroyle
             Kingdoms
             ,
             and
             to
             murther
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             these
             ends
             ,
             did
             with
             instructions
             load
          
           
             The
             most
             Pragmatick
             and
             sent
             them
             abroad
             :
          
           
             Some
             were
             for
             learning
             ,
             and
             choos'd
             that
             retreat
          
           
             As
             most
             convenient
             for
             the
             muses
             seat
             :
          
           
             Some
             were
             Ambitious
             ,
             and
             here
             courted
             Fame
             ,
          
           
             Fled
             from
             the
             world
             ,
             to
             obtain
             a
             name
             ;
          
           
             Some
             Criminalls
             fled
             hither
             from
             the
             judge
             ,
          
           
             Fear
             of
             the
             Gibbet
             ,
             made
             them
             take
             refuge
          
           
             Into
             the
             CLOYSTER
             ;
             Some
             their
             Discontent
             ,
          
           
             Rather
             then
             their
             Religion
             hither
             sent
             :
          
           
           
             And
             some
             their
             were
             ,
             who
             did
             indeed
             bewray
          
           
             That
             in
             their
             minds
             DEVOTION
             carried
             sway
             ;
          
           
             And
             yet
             when
             for
             it
             's
             genuine
             Sp'rit
             I
             sought
             ,
          
           
             Even
             among
             them
             ,
             I
             missed
             it
             ,
             I
             thought
             .
          
        
         
           
             Each
             of
             them
             did
             their
             ORDER
             magnifie
             ,
          
           
             And
             were
             too
             fond
             of
             their
             Austeritie
             ,
          
           
             They
             wanted
             not
             their
             factions
             ,
             and
             much
             heat
             ,
          
           
             Their
             talking
             of
             their
             MERITS
             was
             too
             great
             ,
          
           
             The
             lives
             of
             others
             they
             too
             much
             disgrac'd
             ,
          
           
             Too
             much
             in
             FASTS
             ,
             too
             much
             in
             HABITES
             plac'd
             ,
          
           
             Externall
             works
             ,
             did
             for
             great
             matters
             pass
             ,
          
           
             And
             what
             was
             Sp'rituall
             ,
             to
             much
             foundred
             was
             ,
          
           
             Except
             with
             very
             few
             ;
             so
             that
             although
          
           
             Their
             mealls
             were
             sparing
             ,
             and
             their
             Garments
             rough
             ,
          
           
             And
             pleasures
             they
             unto
             themselves
             deny'd
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             here
             I
             found
             much
             of
             the
             life
             of
             Pride
             .
          
        
         
           
             MY
             GUIDE
             said
             next
             ,
             that
             now
             she
             would
             me
             call
          
           
             To
             see
             the
             most
             alluring
             sight
             of
             all
             ,
          
           
             The
             HOLY
             LADIES
             ,
             who
             no
             pleasures
             know
             ;
          
           
             But
             such
             as
             Contemplation
             doth
             bestow
             ,
          
           
             All
             unstain'd
             VIRGINS
             ,
             who
             go
             not
             abroad
             ;
          
           
             But
             wholly
             are
             devoted
             unto
             God
             ,
          
           
             And
             their
             whole
             time
             doe
             in
             Devotions
             pass
             ,
          
           
             Disdaining
             to
             be
             trick't
             with
             combe
             and
             glass
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             who
             still
             entertain'd
             sincere
             respects
          
           
             For
             vertuous
             persons
             of
             that
             lovely
             sex
             ,
          
           
             Made
             haste
             and
             to
             the
             MONASTRIES
             did
             hy
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             fashions
             curiously
             did
             pry
             :
          
        
         
           
             Some
             did
             I
             see
             ,
             into
             that
             homely
             place
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             sweet
             behaviour
             did
             it's
             meanness
             grace
             ,
          
           
             Their
             gestures
             and
             discourse
             ,
             I
             found
             to
             be
          
           
             All
             coyn'd
             ,
             and
             stamp't
             with
             comely
             Modestie
             :
          
           
           
             Beautie
             they
             had
             ,
             whereby
             love
             might
             be
             warm'd
             ;
          
           
             But
             'gainst
             it's
             darts
             invincibly
             were
             arm'd
             ;
          
           
             Whenever
             any
             softer
             pleasures
             knock't
          
           
             Loud
             at
             the
             door
             ,
             they
             keep
             't
             it
             fast
             and
             lock't
             :
          
           
             I
             thought
             them
             wondrous
             good
             ,
             and
             wondrous
             fair
             ,
          
           
             Their
             habite
             homely
             ,
             and
             their
             dyet
             spare
             ;
          
           
             I
             judg'd
             they
             were
             so
             pious
             ,
             and
             so
             grave
             ,
          
           
             They
             well
             deserved
             all
             the
             praise
             She
             gave
             :
          
           
             Amongst
             them
             an
             
               Old
               Governess
            
             I
             see
             ,
          
           
             Commanding
             ,
             with
             imperious
             tyrranie
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             obey'd
             whatever
             She
             requir'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             did
             yeeld
             ,
             in
             all
             that
             She
             desir'd
             :
          
           
             Only
             (
             poor
             Souls
             )
             I
             found
             they
             were
             oppress
             't
             ,
          
           
             Urg'd
             to
             Devotions
             formall
             at
             the
             best
             ;
          
           
             And
             taught
             ,
             from
             true
             Humility
             to
             slide
             ,
          
           
             Taught
             ,
             in
             their
             merits
             too
             much
             to
             confide
             :
          
           
             Such
             things
             ,
             I
             found
             did
             somewhat
             me
             displease
             ;
          
           
             
               But
               yet
            
             I
             HONOUR'D
             These
             :
          
        
         
           
             Others
             I
             found
             ,
             of
             melancholly
             looks
             ,
          
           
             Were
             often
             musing
             ,
             often
             reading
             books
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Words
             and
             Gestures
             ,
             well
             assured
             me
          
           
             That
             they
             had
             strech't
             their
             Brains
             a
             pin
             too
             high
             :
          
           
             With
             HARPIUS
             works
             ,
             some
             entertain'd
             their
             sight
             ,
          
           
             Some
             SU●O
             ,
             some
             RUSBROCHIUS
             did
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Some
             MOTHER
             JULIANA'S
             works
             did
             read
             ,
          
           
             Odd
             Notions
             ,
             and
             wilde
             fancies
             fill'd
             their
             head
             ;
          
           
             Some
             MYSTICK
             words
             (
             I
             found
             )
             they
             learned
             thence
             ,
          
           
             Words
             strange
             to
             Scripture
             ,
             and
             as
             strange
             to
             sense
             ;
          
           
             They
             talked
             of
             their
             Wondrous
             INSPIRATIONS
             ,
          
           
             Of
             PASSIVE
             UNIONS
             ,
             and
             ANNIHILATIONS
             ,
          
           
             Of
             INTROVERSIONS
             ,
             and
             IRRADIATIONS
             ,
          
           
             Of
             CONTEMPLATIONS
             
               Acted
               by
               the
               Will
            
             ,
          
           
             The
             Understanding
             mean
             while
             lying
             still
             :
          
           
           
             They
             in
             GODS
             MID
             HEAD
             
               were
               beclos'd
            
             (
             they
             said
             )
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             BUXOMNES
             and
             MEEK-HEID
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             their
             Souls
             ,
             did
             deeply
             in
             him
             Ground
             ,
          
           
             And
             knew
             him
             in
             the
             SPIRITS
             PUREST
             FUND
             :
          
           
             In
             many
             words
             they
             talked
             at
             this
             rate
             ,
          
           
             Words
             ,
             which
             I
             cannot
             in
             this
             place
             relate
             ,
          
           
             Such
             stubborn
             words
             as
             frowardly
             decline
          
           
             With
             neighbour-words
             in
             verses
             to
             combine
             ;
          
           
             So
             that
             it
             to
             a
             Poet
             were
             a
             crime
             ,
          
           
             Once
             to
             attempt
             to
             fetch
             them
             into
             Rhyme
             :
          
           
             I
             Grew
             impatient
             ,
             and
             began
             ,
             to
             huff
             ,
          
           
             To
             hear
             them
             rattling
             such
             non
             sensick
             stuff
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             when
             I
             did
             into
             their
             temper
             pry
             ,
          
           
             Observing
             ,
             that
             their
             minds
             they
             did
             apply
          
           
             Unto
             Religious
             thoughts
             ;
             and
             were
             no
             Cheats
             ,
          
           
             But
             too
             much
             warm'd
             with
             
               Entbusiastick
               heats
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             their
             heads
             were
             weak
             .
             their
             musings
             long
             ,
          
           
             
               The
               Wine
               ,
               was
               for
               the
               Bottle
               much
               too
               strong
               ,
            
          
           
             I
             blam'd
             their
             Leaders
             ,
             who
             did
             them
             abuse
             ,
          
           
             And
             suffered
             them
             to
             be
             too
             much
             Recluse
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             their
             hands
             such
             Canting
             books
             did
             put
             ,
          
           
             Mean-while
             the
             Bible
             keeping
             from
             them
             shut
             ,
          
           
             'Gainst
             these
             impostors
             was
             my
             Choler
             mov'd
             ,
          
           
             
               But
               yet
               the
               harmless
               maids
            
             LOV'D
          
        
         
           
             Others
             ,
             were
             like
             poor
             Birds
             shut
             in
             a
             cage
             ,
          
           
             Still
             flightering
             ,
             and
             still
             were
             in
             a
             rage
             ,
          
           
             Some
             at
             their
             cruell
             Parents
             ,
             who
             to
             save
          
           
             Their
             Portions
             ,
             had
             sent
             them
             to
             that
             Grave
             ;
          
           
             Some
             at
             themselves
             ,
             who
             had
             not
             been
             more
             shy
          
           
             To
             take
             these
             VOWES
             which
             they
             could
             not
             unty
             ;
          
           
             For
             their
             Novitious
             fervour
             ,
             now
             was
             gone
             ,
          
           
             They
             found
             ,
             they
             were
             not
             fit
             to
             live
             alone
             ;
          
           
             And
             yet
             their
             OATHS
             ,
             had
             all
             their
             hopes
             defeat
             ,
          
           
             Of
             ever
             living
             in
             a
             married
             state
             :
          
           
           
             This
             did
             their
             minds
             continually
             racke
             ,
          
           
             If
             they
             shall
             keep
             what
             they
             have
             vow'd
             or
             break
             ;
          
           
             The
             thoughts
             of
             either
             ,
             did
             them
             quite
             confound
             ,
          
           
             Both
             HORNES
             of
             this
             DILEMMA
             did
             them
             wound
             :
          
           
             Their
             very
             frozen
             CELLS
             did
             nurse
             their
             fires
             ,
          
           
             Restraints
             ,
             were
             fewell
             to
             their
             warm
             desires
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             Conscience
             ,
             did
             put
             them
             still
             in
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Should
             they
             but
             once
             attempt
             these
             chains
             to
             tear
             :
          
           
             Thus
             were
             they
             burthen'd
             ;
             yet
             once
             being
             fast
             ,
          
           
             I
             found
             they
             were
             resolved
             to
             be
             chaste
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Lot
             was
             cast
             :
             They
             choosed
             to
             endure
          
           
             Their
             angrie
             thoughts
             ,
             and
             not
             to
             seek
             a
             cure
             ,
          
           
             They
             judg'd
             ,
             it
             was
             a
             more
             Religious
             life
          
           
             To
             be
             a
             vexed
             maid
             ,
             then
             perjur'd
             wife
             :
          
           
             Their
             case
             (
             I
             thought
             )
             did
             much
             compassion
             claim
             ,
          
           
             
               And
               I
               did
            
             PITTIE
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Others
             ,
             I
             could
             not
             judge
             what
             they
             did
             see
             ,
          
           
             So
             very
             pleasing
             in
             a
             MONAST'RIE
             ,
          
           
             To
             draw
             them
             thither
             ;
             but
             their
             pranks
             did
             shew
          
           
             They
             had
             no
             purpose
             to
             observe
             their
             Vow
             ,
          
           
             Or
             to
             die
             maids
             :
             it
             was
             their
             choise
             ,
             or
             chance
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             more
             vers'd
             in
             Love
             ,
             then
             by
             Romance
             :
          
           
             They
             did
             not
             on
             Religious
             scruples
             stand
             ,
          
           
             What
             they
             desir'd
             ,
             they
             mean't
             to
             have
             in
             hand
             ;
          
           
             But
             I
             'le
             forbear
             ,
             and
             will
             not
             imitate
          
           
             The
             Satyrists
             ,
             who
             whilst
             they
             smartly
             rate
          
           
             Actions
             not
             to
             be
             nam'd
             ,
             do
             never
             stay
          
           
             Untill
             their
             pens
             be
             as
             profane
             ,
             as
             they
          
           
             Who
             are
             the
             Actors
             :
             What
             they
             did
             was
             bad
             ;
          
           
             But
             the
             effects
             thereof
             ,
             were
             much
             more
             sad
             ;
          
           
             What
             dismall
             sights
             were
             there
             ?
             mine
             heart
             yet
             shakes
          
           
             To
             think
             ,
             what
             was
             into
             the
             drained
             Lakes
             :
          
           
             What
             wretched
             HEROD'S
             crueltie
             ,
             did
             act
          
           
             Against
             the
             BABES
             ,
             these
             did
             renew
             the
             fact
             ;
          
           
           
             No
             sooner
             did
             the
             mothers
             give
             them
             breath
             ,
          
           
             But
             as
             soon
             did
             their
             hands
             procure
             their
             death
             ,
          
           
             The
             BABES
             ,
             who
             did
             no
             ill
             ,
             and
             fear'd
             no
             harm
             ,
          
           
             No
             pitty
             found
             ,
             no
             breasts
             to
             keep
             them
             warm
             :
          
           
             I
             much
             bemoan'd
             the
             
               Harmless
               Infants
            
             fate
             ,
          
           
             But
             did
             The
             GUILTY
             MOTHERS
             HATE
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             said
             MY
             GUIDE
             ,
             say
             now
             what
             is
             thy
             thought
             ?
          
           
             What
             happy
             change
             upon
             thy
             mind
             is
             wrought
             ?
          
           
             When
             thou
             amongst
             the
             HOLY
             MONKS
             hast
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             when
             thou
             hast
             the
             HOLY
             VIRGINS
             seen
             ,
          
           
             Hast
             thou
             not
             look't
             with
             wonder
             ,
             and
             delight
             ,
          
           
             Upon
             that
             pleasing
             and
             that
             Heavenly
             sight
             ?
          
           
             I
             answer'd
             Her
             more
             freely
             then
             was
             fit
             ,
          
           
             Bewray'd
             more
             Ingenuitie
             then
             Wit.
             
          
        
         
           
             RELIGIOUS
             HOUSES
             such
             as
             these
             ,
             (
             I
             said
             )
          
           
             I
             think
             ,
             might
             usefull
             in
             the
             CHURCH
             be
             made
             ,
          
           
             There
             might
             more
             rough
             undanton'd
             youth
             be
             tam'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             tender
             minds
             be
             to
             Religion
             fram'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             the
             
               Prophets
               Schools
            
             they
             well
             might
             be
             ,
          
           
             To
             train
             men
             for
             the
             Heavenly
             Ministrie
             :
          
           
             And
             thither
             Aged
             persons
             might
             retreat
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             'r
             arriv'd
             at
             their
             decrepit
             state
             ,
          
           
             Have
             done
             their
             work
             ,
             and
             now
             must
             leave
             the
             stage
             ,
          
           
             When
             storm'd
             with
             sickness
             ,
             and
             besieg'd
             with
             Age
             :
          
           
             There
             ,
             persons
             of
             a
             sad
             dejected
             mind
             ,
          
           
             Or
             sore
             afflicted
             ,
             might
             a
             refuge
             find
             ;
          
           
             But
             that
             it
             should
             be
             free
             to
             every
             one
             ,
          
           
             Each
             guilty
             Wretch
             ,
             or
             every
             idle
             Dron
             ,
          
           
             Each
             humorous
             Maid
             ,
             or
             Child
             that
             's
             discontent
             ,
          
           
             Or
             such
             ,
             whose
             lives
             might
             usefully
             be
             spent
          
           
             To
             publick
             good
             ;
             For
             such
             in
             Cells
             to
             ly
             ,
          
           
             Is
             that
             wherewith
             my
             mind
             can
             not
             comply
             :
          
           
             I
             care
             not
             much
             for
             all
             their
             fleshly
             shewes
             ,
          
           
             I
             most
             of
             all
             Hate
             their
             ensnaring
             Vowes
             ,
          
           
           
             Of
             Christian
             freedom
             I
             doe
             judg't
             a
             breach
             ,
          
           
             To
             bind
             some
             thus
             ,
             to
             things
             beyond
             their
             reach
             ,
          
           
             Things
             ,
             which
             at
             first
             doe
             with
             their
             minds
             agree
             ;
          
           
             But
             afterwards
             ,
             doe
             make
             their
             lives
             to
             be
          
           
             Nothing
             but
             constant
             toyle
             and
             drudgerie
             :
          
           
             My
             mind
             was
             well
             affected
             long
             (
             said
             I
             )
          
           
             Unto
             these
             things
             ,
             till
             further
             I
             did
             pry
             ;
          
           
             But
             what
             I
             thus
             admir'd
             unknown
             ,
             I
             more
          
           
             Admire
             my self
             ,
             for
             liking
             it
             before
             :
          
           
             Nor
             can
             I
             think
             ,
             but
             I
             have
             elsewhere
             seen
          
           
             As
             much
             Religion
             ,
             where
             less
             noise
             hath
             been
             :
          
           
             Then
             freely
             I
             unto
             her
             did
             relate
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             I
             did
             HONOUR
             ,
             PITY
             ,
             LOVE
             ,
             &
             HATE
             ;
          
           
             So
             that
             I
             said
             my
             thoughts
             were
             as
             before
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             could
             they
             change
             ,
             unless
             I
             yet
             saw
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             hearing
             this
             ,
             SHE
             was
             impatient
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             did
             She
             smother
             all
             her
             discontent
             ,
          
           
             She
             only
             seemed
             to
             bewail
             my
             State
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             so
             long
             should
             be
             so
             obstinate
             .
          
        
         
           
             ONE
             HOLY
             PLACE
             ,
             there
             is
             as
             yet
             
               said
               She
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             thither
             now
             I
             will
             they
             Leader
             be
             ,
          
           
             When
             other
             means
             for
             thy
             Conversion
             fail
             ,
          
           
             I
             'm
             well
             assured
             that
             this
             shall
             prevail
             ;
          
           
             Such
             HOLY
             FATHERS
             are
             into
             that
             place
             ,
          
           
             Their
             very
             looks
             will
             charm
             thee
             into
             Grace
             ;
          
           
             They
             'l
             urge
             thee
             with
             such
             Arguments
             ,
             as
             are
          
           
             More
             efficacious
             ,
             and
             more
             pungent
             far
          
           
             Then
             any
             thou
             hast
             heard
             :
             I
             none
             can
             name
          
           
             Who
             unconverted
             did
             return
             from
             them
             :
          
           
             'Gainst
             HERETICKS
             they
             with
             such
             reasons
             fight
             ,
          
           
             Each
             word
             they
             speak
             ,
             is
             found
             a
             word
             of
             weight
             :
          
           
             See
             how
             I
             doe
             sollicite
             thee
             for
             good
             ?
          
           
             I
             must
             not
             ,
             nay
             I
             will
             not
             be
             withstood
             .
          
           
           
             I
             thought
             SHE
             mean't
             ,
             and
             I
             did
             fear
             no
             ill
             ,
          
           
             But
             readily
             I
             did
             obey
             her
             will
             ,
          
           
             I
             said
             ,
             I
             in
             the
             search
             of
             TRUTH
             doe
             goe
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             conquest
             ,
             can
             not
             be
             my
             overthrow
             :
          
           
             I
             ever
             much
             esteemed
             SANCTITIE
             ,
          
           
             Which
             in
             These
             FATHERS
             I
             did
             hope
             to
             see
             ,
          
           
             To
             
               Mighty
               Reasons
            
             keep
             't
             an
             open
             ear
             ,
          
           
             Which
             from
             their
             sacred
             lips
             I
             hop'd
             to
             hear
             :
          
           
             I
             little
             did
             suspect
             (
             poor
             simple
             man
             )
          
           
             How
             cunningly
             She
             mean't
             me
             to
             trepan
             ;
          
           
             But
             by
             fair
             words
             ,
             I
             was
             entited
             so
          
           
             As
             harmless
             sheep
             unto
             the
             slaughter
             goe
             .
          
        
         
           
             Unto
             an
             House
             we
             came
             with
             Guards
             beset
             ,
          
           
             Where
             at
             the
             time
             some
             of
             These
             FATHERS
             met
             ,
          
           
             I
             thought
             them
             Reverend
             Men
             ,
             long
             was
             their
             beard
             ,
          
           
             Their
             limbs
             were
             large
             ,
             and
             grave
             their
             looks
             appear'd
             ;
          
           
             MY
             GUIDE
             did
             whisper
             ,
             what
             I
             was
             ;
             they
             frown'd
             .
          
           
             And
             stamp't
             ,
             and
             girn'd
             and
             did
             me
             quite
             confound
             :
          
           
             I
             leave
             this
             man
             among
             your
             hands
             (
             said
             Shee
             )
          
           
             I
             need
             not
             tell
             how
             he
             should
             used
             be
             ,
          
           
             They
             bow'd
             to
             Her
             ,
             and
             did
             without
             delay
          
           
             Command
             the
             Guards
             to
             carry
             me
             away
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             weightie
             chains
             my
             hands
             and
             feet
             were
             ty'd
             ,
          
           
             In
             vain
             I
             moan'd
             ,
             in
             vain
             for
             help
             I
             cry'd
             :
          
           
             I
             only
             did
             desire
             to
             understand
             ,
          
           
             who
             't
             was
             that
             thus
             to
             use
             me
             gave
             Command
             ?
          
           
             Who
             but
             The
             HOLY
             FATHERS
             doth't
             ?
             said
             one
          
           
             THE
             FATHERS
             OF
             THE
             INQUISITION
             ;
          
           
             Alace
             (
             said
             I
             )
             am
             I
             among
             their
             hands
             ?
          
           
             I
             never
             should
             have
             felt
             these
             heavy
             bands
             ,
          
           
             Had
             I
             but
             heard
             that
             name
             a
             while
             before
             ,
          
           
             But
             it
             's
             in
             vain
             to
             speak
             ,
             I
             'le
             say
             no
             more
             .
          
           
           
             They
             threw
             me
             in
             a
             dark
             and
             noysome
             pit
             ,
          
           
             Which
             ,
             of
             the
             Sun
             did
             no
             dear
             glimpse
             admit
             ,
          
           
             No
             Stars
             ,
             did
             here
             display
             their
             sparkling
             light
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             was
             here
             ,
             but
             an
             unquestion'd
             night
             :
          
           
             Here
             ,
             all
             night's
             horrours
             did
             me
             still
             annoy
             ;
          
           
             But
             the
             night's
             silence
             I
             could
             not
             enjoy
             ,
          
           
             By
             Shreeks
             ,
             and
             houlings
             they
             disturb'd
             my
             peace
             ,
          
           
             Doubling
             the
             native
             terrour
             of
             the
             place
             ,
          
           
             They
             did
             me
             from
             all
             humane
             converse
             keep
          
           
             And
             as
             
               A
               Witch
            
             I
             was
             debarr'd
             from
             Sleep
             .
          
        
         
           
             Some
             dayes
             I
             thus
             remain'd
             ,
             on
             morn
             at
             last
          
           
             The
             prison
             Doors
             were
             opened
             in
             haste
          
           
             I
             first
             did
             see
             
               A
               Scent
               of
               juggling
               fires
            
             ,
          
           
             Then
             some
             appear'd
             in
             
               Devils
               shapes
               and
               attires
            
          
           
             To
             me
             they
             came
             ,
             and
             closs
             by
             me
             did
             sit
             ,
          
           
             Only
             (
             I
             think
             )
             to
             fright
             me
             out
             of
             Wit
             :
          
           
             Their
             Hair
             ,
             as
             curling
             Serpents
             down
             did
             hang
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             their
             mouth
             great
             flames
             of
             fire
             there
             sprang
             ;
          
           
             With
             Hornes
             they
             often
             threatned
             me
             to
             push
             ,
          
           
             Their
             
               Cloven
               Feet
            
             they
             lifted
             ,
             me
             to
             crush
             ,
          
           
             They
             roar'd
             aloud
             ,
             they
             gnash'd
             their
             teeth
             with
             spite
             ;
          
           
             And
             gap'd
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             would
             devour
             me
             quite
             :
          
           
             I
             should
             have
             thought
             ,
             that
             I
             in
             HELL
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             Had
             I
             not
             found
             against
             these
             ills
             a
             Skreen
             ,
          
           
             That
             's
             wanting
             there
             ,
             A
             QUIET
             CONSCIENCE
             ,
          
           
             Which
             was
             a
             witness
             of
             mine
             Innocence
             .
          
        
         
           
             These
             SPECTERS
             being
             vanished
             and
             gone
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             again
             for
             so
             ne
             few
             hours
             alone
             ;
          
           
             Thereafter
             ,
             Some
             came
             in
             ,
             who
             seem'd
             to
             be
          
           
             More
             friendly
             and
             Compassionate
             to
             me
             ;
          
           
             Said
             ,
             they
             would
             interpose
             to
             set
             me
             free
             :
          
           
             They
             did
             pretend
             ,
             that
             they
             were
             griev'd
             and
             sad
          
           
             That
             I
             had
             met
             with
             usages
             so
             bad
             :
          
           
           
             Thou
             art
             (
             said
             they
             )
             not
             far
             advanc'd
             in
             years
             ,
          
           
             No
             froward
             Symptome
             in
             thy
             face
             appears
             ,
          
           
             They
             bid
             me
             tell
             them
             ,
             who
             my
             Parents
             were
             ?
          
           
             What
             was
             my
             Faith
             ?
             who
             my
             Companions
             are
             ?
          
           
             What
             meanes
             I
             had
             ?
             Or
             what
             Freinds
             in
             that
             place
             ?
          
           
             And
             if
             I
             would
             The
             ROMAN
             FAITH
             embrace
             ?
          
           
             They
             ceased
             not
             to
             urge
             me
             to
             confess
             ,
          
           
             We
             're
             Friends
             (
             said
             they
             )
             hide
             nothing
             more
             or
             less
             .
          
        
         
           
             Fair
             were
             their
             words
             ,
             and
             cunning
             were
             their
             arts
             ,
          
           
             Well
             had
             they
             learn'd
             to
             act
             
               The
               Traitors
               parts
            
             ;
          
           
             But
             I
             ,
             who
             did
             not
             see
             within
             their
             mask
             ,
          
           
             Hop'd
             well
             and
             told
             them
             all
             that
             they
             did
             ask
             ;
          
           
             Mean
             while
             ,
             
               A
               Clerk
            
             behind
             the
             door
             they
             had
             ,
          
           
             Who
             did
             observe
             ,
             and
             write
             all
             that
             I
             said
             .
          
        
         
           
             After
             a
             while
             ,
             some
             Officers
             doe
             show
             ,
          
           
             That
             now
             
               The
               Judges
            
             call
             me
             ,
             I
             must
             goe
             ;
          
           
             I
             am
             led
             out
             ,
             and
             brought
             unto
             the
             Barr
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             inditements
             fram'd
             against
             me
             are
             :
          
           
             They
             said
             they
             were
             no
             time
             with
             me
             to
             lose
             ;
          
           
             But
             bid
             me
             Swear
             ,
             whatever
             they
             propose
          
           
             Or
             ask
             of
             me
             ,
             that
             faithfully
             I
             shall
          
           
             Without
             Dissimulation
             answer
             all
             :
          
           
             Then
             ,
             such
             ensnaring
             questions
             they
             did
             ask
             ,
          
           
             To
             find
             an
             answer
             ,
             was
             a
             vexing
             task
             ;
          
           
             Which
             to
             be
             rid
             of
             ,
             I
             said
             I
             would
             be
          
           
             As
             plain
             ,
             as
             any
             could
             desire
             of
             me
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             they
             should
             not
             need
             ,
             thus
             to
             go
             on
          
           
             In
             making
             further
             Inquisition
             ,
          
           
             They
             all
             applaud
             my
             Resolution
             .
          
        
         
           
             Were
             I
             of
             that
             RILIGION
             you
             are
             of
          
           
             (
             said
             I
             )
             It
             casie
             were
             for
             me
             to
             Scoff
          
           
             At
             all
             your
             questions
             ;
             being
             in
             this
             strait
             ,
          
           
             Though
             I
             have
             Sworn
             ,
             I
             might
             :
             EQUIVOCATE
             ;
          
           
           
             But
             now
             ,
             
               I
               doe
               confess
               to
               you
               ,
               that
               I
            
          
           
             
               After
               that
               manner
               you
               call
            
             HERESY
          
           
             
               So
               worship
               God
            
             :
             Doe
             now
             what
             ye
             think
             fit
             ,
          
           
             Your
             power
             is
             great
             ;
             but
             Heaven
             can
             limite
             it
             :
          
        
         
           
             But
             all
             this
             freedom
             ,
             did
             not
             satisfie
             ,
          
           
             My
             cruell
             Judges
             :
             Still
             they
             urged
             me
             ,
          
           
             Some
             said
             ,
             I
             did
             my
             complices
             conceal
             ,
          
           
             Others
             that
             I
             had
             wealth
             ,
             and
             must
             reveal
          
           
             Where
             it
             was
             hid
             ;
             some
             said
             I
             must
             recant
             ,
          
           
             And
             some
             alledg'd
             I
             did
             already
             faint
             ,
          
           
             A
             little
             feeling
             of
             the
             WHEEL
             or
             RACK
          
           
             (
             They
             said
             )
             would
             all
             my
             resolution
             break
             ,
          
           
             All
             engines
             they
             of
             torture
             did
             present
             ,
          
           
             And
             threatned
             all
             most
             cruell
             punishment
             ,
          
           
             And
             promis'd
             favour
             ,
             if
             I
             would
             repent
             .
          
           
             Then
             was
             I
             back
             unto
             the
             Prison
             sent
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             as
             I
             went
             ,
             It
             was
             my
             chance
             to
             meet
          
           
             A
             throng
             of
             angrie
             people
             in
             the
             street
             ,
          
           
             Some
             runn
             ,
             some
             rail'd
             ,
             some
             cudgell'd
             all
             about
             ,
          
           
             So
             raging
             ,
             so
             tumultuous
             was
             the
             rout
             :
          
           
             
               My
               Guards
            
             ,
             did
             what
             they
             could
             to
             part
             the
             fray
             ,
          
           
             And
             often
             cryed
             to
             them
             to
             
               Make
               way
            
             ;
          
           
             But
             they
             were
             deaf
             to
             cryes
             ,
             and
             we
             e're
             long
          
           
             Were
             compass'd
             in
             the
             middle
             of
             the
             throng
             :
          
           
             In
             this
             Confusion
             ,
             they
             had
             need
             to
             see
          
           
             To
             save
             themselves
             ,
             who
             should
             have
             look't
             to
             me
             ,
          
           
             I
             did
             observe
             the
             opportunitie
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             escaped
             from
             these
             TYGERS
             hands
             ,
          
           
             And
             found
             the
             means
             to
             be
             fred
             of
             my
             bands
             ,
          
           
             I
             fled
             ,
             and
             car'd
             not
             whether
             I
             did
             run
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             I
             might
             The
             INQUISITION
             shun
             .
          
        
         
           
             Wearie'd
             at
             length
             with
             my
             uncertain
             flight
             ,
          
           
             Toyling
             all
             day
             ,
             and
             watching
             in
             the
             night
          
           
           
             I
             did
             unto
             a
             desert
             place
             repair
             ,
          
           
             Freedom
             my
             Feast
             ,
             contentment
             was
             my
             fare
             :
          
           
             Now
             I
             began
             to
             think
             where
             I
             had
             been
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             reflect
             on
             all
             that
             I
             had
             seen
             :
          
           
             Thus
             (
             thought
             I
             )
             have
             I
             now
             a
             long
             time
             rang'd
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             my
             Profession
             ,
             shall
             my
             mind
             be
             chang'd
             ?
          
           
             What
             have
             I
             heard
             ,
             should
             thus
             me
             influence
             ?
          
           
             Have
             I
             not
             heard
             much
             talk
             ,
             and
             little
             sense
             ?
          
           
             And
             seen
             much
             shew
             ,
             which
             void
             of
             substance
             is
             ?
          
           
             RELIGION'S
             SHELL
             but
             did
             it's
             KERNEL
             miss
             :
          
           
             When
             I
             return
             ,
             each
             man
             will
             curious
             be
          
           
             To
             ask
             ,
             what
             I
             did
             in
             my
             travells
             see
             ?
          
           
             It
             's
             fit
             ,
             my
             mind
             a
             little
             compend
             draw
          
           
             Thereof
             ,
             to
             tell
             them
             what
             it
             was
             I
             saw
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               I
               saw
               A
            
             PRELATE
             meddling
             in
             all
             things
             ,
          
           
             Enslaving
             Kingdomes
             ,
             trampling
             on
             Kings
             ,
          
           
             He
             did
             all
             Lawes
             ,
             Divine
             ,
             and
             humane
             tear
             ,
          
           
             Rant
             of
             his
             power
             ,
             and
             boasted
             of
             his
             CHAIR
             ,
          
           
             Blasphemed
             all
             that
             's
             sacred
             without
             fear
             :
          
           
             
               I
               saw
            
             HIS
             COURT
             ,
             and
             there
             I
             scarcely
             spy'd
          
           
             Any
             ,
             but
             Children
             both
             of
             lust
             and
             pride
             .
          
        
         
           
             LEARN'D
             MEN
             
               I
               saw
            
             ,
             who
             clossly
             were
             combin'd
          
           
             To
             shape
             and
             mould
             RELIGION
             to
             their
             mind
             ,
          
           
             They
             seam'd
             CHRIST'S
             COAT
             with
             gaudie
             Liveries
             ,
          
           
             They
             mix'd
             with
             wholesome
             Truths
             politick
             lies
             .
          
           
             
               I
               saw
            
             RELIGION
             match't
             with
             POLICIE
             ,
          
           
             
               I
               saw
               A
            
             WORSHIP
             mostly
             PAGEANTRIE
          
           
             
               I
               saw
               some
               maim'd
               profaned
            
             SACRAMENTS
          
           
             
               I
               saw
               some
               wilde
               and
               wanton
            
             PENITENTS
          
           
             They
             said
             their
             AVE'S
             ,
             and
             their
             Prayers
             told
             ,
          
           
             
               Their
               pardons
               bought
            
             ,
             and
             then
             to
             sin
             were
             bold
             :
          
        
         
           
             
               I
               saw
               a
               crowd
               of
            
             FRIARS
             of
             many
             hues
             ,
          
           
             Craftie
             as
             Foxes
             ,
             covetous
             as
             JEWES
             ,
          
           
           
             With
             
               Shaved
               Heads
            
             ,
             and
             
               Cutted
               locks
            
             ,
          
           
             With
             Petticots
             ,
             and
             Hoods
             and
             Frocks
          
           
             With
             faces
             hard'ned
             more
             then
             any
             Rocks
             ,
          
           
             They
             preach'd
             the
             vertues
             of
             the
             painted
             Stocks
             :
          
           
             They
             fed
             ,
             and
             yet
             alledged
             they
             did
             fast
             ,
          
           
             Defiled
             Women
             ,
             and
             swore
             they
             were
             chaste
             ,
          
           
             They
             raised
             in
             the
             world
             much
             commotion
             ,
          
           
             And
             swore
             they
             spent
             their
             time
             in
             great
             Devotion
             ,
          
           
             They
             heap'd
             up
             riches
             ,
             and
             swore
             they
             were
             poor
             ,
          
           
             They
             blushed
             not
             to
             lie
             ,
             and
             to
             perjure
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               I
               saw
               some
            
             OVER-WEENING
             NUNS
             ,
             who
             thought
          
           
             By
             living
             Virgins
             ,
             they
             Heaven
             over-bought
             :
          
           
             And
             Some
             FANTASTICK
             ONES
             ,
             who
             did
             omit
          
           
             Nothing
             ,
             to
             shew
             that
             they
             had
             lost
             their
             Wit
             :
          
           
             
               I
               saw
               some
               Craftie
               ,
               and
            
             RELIGIOUS
             WHORES
          
           
             Lock't
             up
             in
             Sacred
             ,
             (
             but
             profaned
             )
             Bowers
             ,
          
           
             Attending
             clink
             of
             Bell
             ,
             and
             praying
             hours
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             setting
             friendly
             trysts
             with
             paramours
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             last
             ,
             I
             did
             begin
             to
             think
             upon
          
           
             The
             FURIES
             of
             the
             INQUISITION
             ;
          
           
             But
             a
             strange
             Horrour
             on
             my
             mind
             did
             seise
             ,
          
           
             I
             from
             my
             feat
             a
             little
             did
             me
             raise
             ,
          
           
             And
             look't
             about
             :
             Alace
             what
             doe
             I
             see
             ?
          
           
             Here
             comes
             THE
             LADY
             who
             betrayed
             me
             ;
          
           
             And
             have
             I
             found
             thee
             here
             again
             ?
             (
             said
             She
             )
          
        
         
           
             FEAR
             ,
             RAGE
             ,
             HATE
             ,
             ANGER
             ,
             all
             did
             now
             awake
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             my
             breast
             did
             strange
             confusion
             make
             ,
          
           
             My
             mind
             ,
             now
             with
             unusuall
             thoughts
             was
             fill'd
             ,
          
           
             Unusuall
             language
             from
             my
             lips
             distill'd
             ;
          
           
             O
             HERCULES
             (
             said
             I
             )
             who
             early
             kill'd
          
           
             The
             hissing
             Serpents
             ,
             which
             thy
             life
             assail'd
             ,
          
           
             Why
             hast
             thou
             not
             to
             me
             thy
             strength
             entail'd
             ?
          
           
           
             That
             I
             might
             at
             this
             instant
             it
             imploy
          
           
             This
             folding
             ,
             crooked
             serpent
             to
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             This
             forked
             tongue
             I
             would
             cut
             out
             ,
          
           
             Which
             doth
             all
             deadly
             poyson
             spout
             ,
          
           
             And
             thereby
             doth
             these
             simple
             souls
             annoy
          
           
             Who
             doe
             not
             know
             Religion
             from
             a
             Toy
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             heard
             me
             ,
             and
             She
             did
             begin
             to
             smyle
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             She
             answer'd
             in
             a
             jeering
             style
             ,
          
           
             I
             see
             thou
             art
             a
             convert
             now
             become
             ,
          
           
             Or
             hast
             of
             thine
             opinions
             changed
             some
             :
          
           
             When
             we
             met
             last
             ,
             thou
             ceas'd
             not
             me
             to
             taunt
             ,
          
           
             Because
             I
             bid
             thee
             
               pray
               unto
               a
            
             SAINT
             ;
          
           
             But
             now
             a
             Heathen
             champion
             thou
             adores
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             beg's
             his
             Strength
             ,
             and
             for
             his
             aid
             implores
             .
          
        
         
           
             I
             blush'd
             a
             little
             ,
             when
             I
             heard
             that
             tale
             ,
          
           
             Thinking
             ,
             perhaps
             my
             passion
             made
             me
             fail
             ;
          
           
             Recovering
             my self
             ,
             I
             said
             ,
             in
             vain
          
           
             Thou
             l't
             think
             by
             jeers
             ,
             to
             cheat
             me
             now
             again
             :
          
           
             I
             lift
             no
             Hat
             ,
             and
             I
             doe
             bow
             no
             knee
             ,
          
           
             No
             string
             of
             such
             Devotion
             touches
             me
             :
          
           
             But
             could
             I
             for
             the
             strength
             and
             puissance
             call
          
           
             Of
             all
             the
             Gyants
             ,
             and
             the
             Hero
             's
             all
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             might
             strike
             ,
             thou
             with
             the
             stroke
             might
             fall
             ;
          
           
             And
             so
             might
             free
             the
             world
             from
             thy
             thrall
             ;
          
           
             Not
             all
             thy
             quick
             and
             nimble
             footed
             wit
             ,
          
           
             And
             smooth-pac'd
             Eloquence
             joyn'd
             with
             it
             ,
          
           
             Not
             all
             thy
             cheating
             FRIARS
             attyres
             ,
          
           
             Not
             all
             thy
             talk
             of
             
               Ancient
               Syres
            
          
           
             Not
             all
             thy
             INQUISITION
             Fires
          
           
             Should
             break
             me
             of
             from
             this
             designe
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             pride
             I
             'd
             crush
             ,
             and
             I
             would
             end
             thy
             reigne
             .
          
        
         
           
             Alace
             (
             vain
             man
             )
             what
             means
             this
             heat
             ?
             said
             She
             ,
          
           
           
             What
             have
             I
             done
             that
             thus
             incenseth
             thee
             ?
          
           
             
               What
               done
            
             ?
             (
             said
             I
             )
             thou
             hast
             betrayed
             me
             :
          
           
             To
             HOLY
             FATHERS
             ▪
             thou
             l't
             me
             bring
             thou
             said
             ,
          
           
             And
             thou
             to
             HELLISH
             FURIES
             did
             me
             lead
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             said
             ,
             by
             reasons
             they
             my
             mind
             would
             turn
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             did
             mean
             to
             ashes
             me
             to
             burn
             :
          
           
             She
             said
             all
             this
             was
             but
             my
             foolish
             thought
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             they
             nought
             but
             my
             conversion
             sought
             .
          
        
         
           
             What
             then
             (
             said
             I
             )
             did
             mean
             that
             noysome
             PIT
             ?
          
           
             Why
             did
             they
             throw
             me
             down
             to
             it
             ?
          
           
             Why
             sent
             they
             DEVILS
             to
             fright
             ,
             me
             from
             my
             wit
             ?
          
           
             What
             mean't
             the
             RACK
             and
             WHEEL
             I
             there
             did
             see
             ?
          
           
             What
             mean't
             THE
             FIRE
             was
             kindling
             for
             me
             ?
          
        
         
           
             That
             Pit
             (
             said
             She
             )
             they
             onely
             put
             thee
             in
             ,
          
           
             That
             there
             thou
             might
             
               Doe
               pennance
            
             for
             thy
             sin
             ,
          
           
             These
             
               Ghastly
               Sights
            
             were
             sent
             ,
             for
             frighting
             thee
          
           
             Not
             from
             thy
             Wit
             ;
             but
             from
             thine
             HERESIE
             ;
          
           
             They
             mean't
             to
             put
             thee
             on
             the
             Wheel
             and
             Rack
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             stubborn
             mind
             ;
             but
             not
             thy
             Bones
             to
             break
             ;
          
           
             And
             Flames
             thou
             saw
             provided
             there
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             Were
             only
             to
             consume
             thy
             Dross
             away
             .
          
           
             
               Fair
               Tales
            
             (
             said
             I
             )
             but
             sure
             it
             's
             good
             for
             me
          
           
             That
             from
             their
             hands
             I
             am
             escaped
             free
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Fool
             (
             said
             She
             )
             thinks
             thou
             to
             keep
             the
             field
             ?
          
           
             Behold
             ,
             What
             KINGS
             ,
             What
             NATIONS
             to
             me
             yeeld
             ?
          
           
             And
             now
             I
             have
             a
             great
             designe
             in
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Even
             to
             subject
             The
             NOBLE
             BRITTISH
             LAND
          
           
             Where
             once
             my
             power
             did
             uncontrolled
             sway
             ,
          
           
             Till
             from
             it's
             just
             obedience
             it
             did
             stray
             ,
          
           
             Can
             I
             endure
             to
             miss
             so
             brave
             a
             prey
             ?
          
           
             A
             while
             I
             have
             been
             hatching
             secret
             PLOTS
             ,
          
           
             But
             fy
             upon
             that
             cursed
             DOCTOR
             OATS
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             PRANSE
             ,
             and
             BEDLO
             ,
             DANGERFIELD
             ,
             and
             such
          
           
             
               Apostate
               Rogues
            
             ,
             who
             have
             reveal'd
             so
             much
             :
          
           
             These
             
               Gheating
               Villains
            
             ,
             little
             were
             acquainted
          
           
             With
             what
             I
             meant
             ,
             they
             feigned
             ,
             where
             they
             wanted
             ;
          
           
             They
             'r
             now
             confounded
             ,
             I
             have
             found
             the
             way
          
           
             To
             make
             men
             laugh
             at
             all
             that
             they
             doe
             say
             ;
          
           
             These
             PLOTS
             they
             talk't
             of
             ,
             now
             are
             turn'd
             to
             PLAY
             :
          
           
             Fy
             on
             them
             all
             that
             have
             me
             counter-wrought
             ,
          
           
             And
             have
             mine
             Agents
             unto
             Scaffolds
             brought
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             I
             am
             working
             still
             ,
             and
             well
             I
             know
          
           
             To
             catch
             my
             foes
             ,
             whatever
             way
             they
             goe
             ;
          
           
             For
             if
             these
             mines
             of
             secret
             treason
             fail
             ,
          
           
             With
             open
             force
             I
             will
             ere
             long
             assail
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             I
             can
             not
             corrupt
             ,
             I
             shall
             destroy
             ,
          
           
             Where
             Plots
             doe
             miss
             ,
             the
             sword
             I
             will
             imploy
             .
          
        
         
           
             Vain
             are
             the
             trusts
             ,
             wherein
             they
             doe
             confide
             ,
          
           
             These
             HERETICKS
             themselves
             in
             NUMBERS
             pride
             ,
          
           
             In
             PARLIAMENTS
             ,
             In
             TESTS
             ,
             in
             PENAL
             LAWES
             ,
          
           
             In
             Learned
             CHURCH-MEN
             to
             defend
             their
             cause
             ;
          
           
             But
             all
             these
             things
             shall
             prove
             but
             broken
             reeds
             ,
          
           
             The
             times
             shall
             change
             ,
             and
             they
             must
             change
             their
             Creeds
          
           
             Their
             NUMBERS
             ,
             I
             by
             ARMIES
             will
             o'rawe
             ;
          
           
             I
             'l
             raise
             a
             power
             ,
             that
             shall
             DISPENSE
             with
             LAW
          
           
             Their
             
               Parliaments
               Pl
               pack
            
             ,
             their
             hands
             I
             'l
             bind
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Tests
             and
             Statutes
             ,
             I
             'l
             cause
             them
             rescind
             :
          
           
             Of
             mine
             own
             CLERGIE
             ,
             I
             'l
             hiss
             for
             a
             Fry
             ,
          
           
             That
             shall
             out-dispute
             ,
             or
             shall
             theirs
             out-cry
             ;
          
           
             These
             GOWN-MEN
             now
             look
             big
             ,
             preach
             ,
             write
             ,
             &
             brag
             ,
          
           
             I
             'l
             quell
             their
             courage
             ,
             or
             their
             mouths
             I
             'l
             gag
             .
          
           
             No
             money
             will
             I
             spare
             ,
             no
             pains
             ,
             no
             cost
             ,
          
           
             And
             tho
             I
             will
             not
             of
             the
             issue
             boast
          
           
             Too
             much
             afore
             hand
             ,
             yet
             I
             'm
             confident
             ,
          
           
             At
             length
             I
             shall
             not
             miss
             of
             mine
             intent
             :
          
           
           
             
               I
               'le
               them
               confound
               ,
               Divide
               ,
               I
               'le
               burn
               ,
               I
               'le
               stay
               ,
            
          
           
             
               I
               'le
               overturn
            
             ,
             I
             'le
             doe
             more
             then
             I
             say
             ,
          
           
             I
             may
             perhaps
             in
             one
             contrivance
             fail
             ,
          
           
             But
             in
             another
             ,
             hope
             I
             shall
             prevail
             :
          
           
             That
             ISLAND
             either
             shall
             take
             on
             my
             yoke
             ;
          
           
             Or
             else
             it
             shall
             in
             peices
             quite
             be
             broke
             ,
          
           
             Better
             it
             should
             an
             empty
             desert
             be
             ,
          
           
             Then
             that
             it
             be
             not
             subject
             unto
             me
             :
          
           
             I
             will
             ,
             
               I
               will
            
             Rule
             in
             that
             stubborn
             ISLE
             ,
          
           
             It
             's
             QUEEN
             it
             shall
             once
             more
             ere
             long
             me
             stile
             .
          
        
         
           
             In
             speaking
             this
             ,
             Her
             countenance
             was
             fierce
             ,
          
           
             Her
             words
             ,
             as
             darts
             my
             very
             heart
             did
             pierce
             ;
          
           
             O
             HEAVENS
             (
             said
             I
             )
             
               This
               Furie
               disappoint
            
             ,
          
           
             My
             knees
             did
             shake
             ,
             I
             trembled
             every
             joynt
             ,
          
           
             The
             mighty
             terrour
             ,
             and
             the
             panick
             fear
          
           
             That
             did
             o'r-flow
             my
             mind
             ,
             I
             could
             not
             bear
             ;
          
           
             So
             often
             did
             I
             startle
             ,
             weep
             so
             sore
             ,
          
           
             MINE
             EYES
             BURST
             OPEN
             ,
             I
             COULD
             SLEEP
             NO
             MORE
             ,
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
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               (
               Tebit
            
             .
             6.
             7.
             )