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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<STC T="T">669.f.11[91]</STC>
<BIBNO T="umi">99869442</BIBNO>
<VID>162743</VID>
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<HEAD>TRUTH FLATTERS NOT: PLAINE DEALING THE BEST.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Lively demon&s;trating the true Effigies, life, and habite, of a &s;elfe-exalting Clergie; noted down in Engli&s;h and Roman Characters, ea&s;ily &s;pelled and con&s;trued by a meane capacity.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>The wife its truth well knowes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The ignorant may learne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The guilty &s;nuffes his no&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And prickt, thereat will &s;purne.</HI></L>
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<P><FIGURE>
<P>search the &heart; and try the reines &yhwh;</P>
<Q>I exalt the humble and bringe downe the proud looke</Q>
<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>personification of verity</FIGDESC>
<P>Learne of me to be meake and lo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">v<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ie</P>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>scorner</FIGDESC>
<P>a silly rubb precher</P>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>priest</FIGDESC>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>prelate</FIGDESC>
<P>If my cap my uesture too</P>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>personification of heresy</FIGDESC>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>depiction of battle</FIGDESC>
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<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1. <HI>POPE.</HI></HEAD>
<L>WHo will have honours, and renown re&s;ort to me,</L>
<L>Riches, and Honour, is my Gown and Livery.</L>
<L>The World well know my Servants grow great Potentates,</L>
<L>Though bu&s;ie wights, their force unites, to work their fates.</L>
<L>Who &s;hall my holy Lawes ob&s;erve, and Church obey,</L>
<L>A dwelling place in Heaven &s;hall have, <HI>or Hell for aye.</HI></L>
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<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2. <HI>PRELATE.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Your proffers faire, and promi&s;e large, if they were true,</L>
<L>Your oath, and promi&s;e, once di&s;charge, give me my due;</L>
<L>And helpe me now, who beares for you &s;o much di&s;grace,</L>
<L>Mock, &s;corn, and flout, yea ca&s;ting out, of name and place.</L>
<L>If this be Heaven, or entrance in, where they &s;hall dwell,</L>
<L>Who loves, obeyes your Church and Lawes, what place is Hell.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3. <HI>PRIEST.</HI></HEAD>
<L>I hate the Pope, his poy&s;oned cup, and trinkets all.</L>
<L>The Bi&s;hops deeds, and Romi&s;h weeds, to me are gall.</L>
<L>Yet well I know, what Layickes owe unto our Coat,</L>
<L>Reverence all way, good livings pay, is our ju&s;t lot.</L>
<L>Sects and unlearned, up-&s;tart Jackes doth us defraud,</L>
<L>Who to our &s;hame, our power and name, have over-aw'd.</L>
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<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4. <HI>TRVTH.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Your bitter &s;eeds, ambitious deeds, declares your heart,</L>
<L>On &s;uch ill weedes, eagerly feedes; a Spirit tart.</L>
<L>Wealth, Rule, and Fame, hath &s;uch a name, with you obtain'd,</L>
<L>What's taught, or worn, may well be borne, if tho&s;e be gain'd,</L>
<L>Throw off that cap, let drop that bagge, put up that &s;word,</L>
<L>Learn of me to be meeke and low, preach free this word.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The wi&s;e all-&s;eeing, glorious Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>Beholds each Action, Plot, Con&s;piracie,</L>
<L>That &s;infull men contrive, again&s;t him, and his,</L>
<L>Laughes them to &s;corn, but crownes his Saints with bli&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>The Pope in &s;tate, pre&s;ents a poy&s;oned Cup,</L>
<L>The Bi&s;hop's foyled by a poy&s;oned &s;up;</L>
<L>Ambition nere his place, hath rai&s;ed another,</L>
<L>By ge&s;ture, cap and face, a larding Brother.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Sword and Bi&s;hops Ca&s;p he will approve,</L>
<L>The other Robes his patience much doth move,</L>
<L>They'r known for Papal, and he's very loath</L>
<L>To eat their meat, yet liketh well the broath:</L>
<L>He's whi&s;pered in the eare, that Gold will make him,</L>
<L>Who&s;e rich growes great, honours &s;till overtake him,</L>
<L>While&s;t &s;imple Truth in thred-bare garments goe,</L>
<L>Ey'd with a &s;corn, and geered by her Foe.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus temporizing with his wind-turn'd braine,</L>
<L>Fanticies that be&s;t, which mo&s;t is for his gaine</L>
<L>Purs from him that, which &s;hould him better teach,</L>
<L>Indow with wi&s;dome, riches, power, to preach;</L>
<L>Verity hates the worlds vaine wayes and toyes,</L>
<L>They down are hurl'd, their &s;ight her &s;oule annoyes,</L>
<L>She reads, learns, leads, the way to God above,</L>
<L>His live, her move, to live in peace and love.</L>
</LG>
<BYLINE>By T. P. a Well-willer of Verity, and honourer of Humility.</BYLINE>
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<DIV1 TYPE="imprimatur">
<P>Jmprimatur, G. M.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="colophon">
<P>LONDON, Printed by J. Coe, 1647.</P>
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