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<HEAD>REFLECTIONS UPON The Catholick Ballad.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_SInce Drolling is grown, &s;uch a <HI>Trade</HI> in the Town,</L>
<L>That the <HI>Pre&s;s</HI> goes without a <HI>Corrector;</HI></L>
<L>Sirs, have at your <HI>Sins,</HI> Here's a Game&s;ter begins,</L>
<L>Who Rhimes at the Rate of a <HI>Hector.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>That (What do ye call it?) The <HI>Catholick Ballad,</HI></L>
<L>Where <HI>Puns</HI> hang like <HI>Pebbles</HI> in Halter:</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t many that read it, it gain'd &s;o much Credit,</L>
<L>It may pa&s;s for a <HI>COFFE-HOUSE P&s;alter.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Mens Humours, alas! are come to that pa&s;s;</L>
<L>He writes <HI>be&s;t,</HI> who &s;cribles mo&s;t <HI>fouly,</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Sots</HI> and <HI>Buffoons,</HI> &s;uch paltry <HI>Lampoons</HI></L>
<L>Plea&s;e better than <HI>Dryden</HI> or <HI>Cowly.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>'Tis the Subject that <HI>takes,</HI> and the Matter that makes</L>
<L>The thing &s;ell, not the Skill of the <HI>Song&s;ter:</HI></L>
<L>But that impudent <HI>Whore,</HI> who befould <HI>Lilly</HI>'s Door,</L>
<L>Is not more unknown than this <HI>Young&s;ter.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Some would ha't a <HI>Divine,</HI> a old Friend of mine,</L>
<L>But, if &s;o, &s;urely 't had been more witty,</L>
<L>And that Son of the <HI>Kirk,</HI> would have given a vile jerk</L>
<L>To the <HI>Ma&s;s</HI>-men for Firing the City.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But this <HI>Bonny Blade,</HI> to his Mu&s;e calls for Aid,</L>
<L>Who brings him her Lap full of Meeters:</L>
<L>He that hears them would &s;wear, &s;uch Doggerel Gear</L>
<L>Dropt down from the Scull of <HI>Hugh Peters.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Ridiculous <HI>Niget,</HI> to &s;coff at St. <HI>Bridget,</HI></L>
<L>Saying, He needs not her A&s;&s;i&s;tance,</L>
<L>But he that will Fool, with a <HI>Romi&s;h</HI> Edge-tool,</L>
<L>Had need keep him&s;elf at a Di&s;tance.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Let the <HI>Citizens</HI> flout, and the <HI>Country</HI> cry out,</L>
<L>The <HI>Papi&s;ts</HI> appeal from this Sentence,</L>
<L>And &s;ay, 'Tis not fair, the <HI>Porphiry</HI> Chair</L>
<L>Should be judg'd by the Stool of <HI>Repentance.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>If &s;ome will averr, the <HI>Pope</HI> cannot err,</L>
<L>No Rea&s;on to Laugh at their Folly,</L>
<L>When not one <HI>Quaker</HI> of ten, but believes <HI>William Penn</HI></L>
<L>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">nfallible, and twice as <HI>Holy.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>I mean <HI>William Penn,</HI> that Wonder of Men,</L>
<L>(If himfelf be not over-conceited)</L>
<L>Who leads in his Lines, one and twenty <HI>Divines,</HI></L>
<L>Like Bears to the Stake to be baited.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet I'le not per&s;wade, to the <HI>Ro&s;ary</HI> Trade,</L>
<L>For can I do any thing Madder?</L>
<L>Than to bid you <HI>Adieu,</HI> like a <HI>Tike</HI> in a Teugh,</L>
<L>And Dye with a &s;lip from a Ladder.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But, if you'l bewitch, the World and grow rich,</L>
<L>I advi&s;e you to <HI>Quaking</HI> or <HI>Dipping,</HI></L>
<L>Or the &s;anctifi'd Snivelling, that kind of Mock Deviling</L>
<L>'Tis better than Fa&s;ting and Whipping.</L>
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<LG>
<L>They'l not be content, to be curb'd by a <HI>Lent,</HI></L>
<L>Good People, I'le tell ye the Rea&s;on,</L>
<L>Their work mu&s;t go on, both <HI>now</HI> and <HI>anon,</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Sedgwicking</HI>'s n'er out of Sea&s;on.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And when they tran&s;gre&s;s, they &s;corn to Confe&s;s,</L>
<L>Which is a <HI>Popi&s;t</HI> Intru&s;ion,</L>
<L>They think to Rebel, and not go to Hell,</L>
<L>For want of an <HI>Ab&s;olution.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For in &s;uch a ca&s;e, the <HI>King</HI>'s Act of <HI>Grace,</HI></L>
<L>Is the be&s;t Cure that ever was heard on:</L>
<L>Which Jolly <HI>old SMEC</HI> may &s;weer by his <HI>neck,</HI></L>
<L>Is more &s;weet than a <HI>Catholick</HI> Pardon.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If they have got there, Saint <HI>Peter's</HI> old Chair,</L>
<L>Let 'em keep it, 'tis pity to wrong 'em,</L>
<L>When our nimble Sprites, that talk of <HI>new lights,</HI></L>
<L>Have <HI>Judas</HI> his Lantern among 'em.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He &s;hall preach that's no Prie&s;t, and hunt <HI>Anti-chri&s;t</HI></L>
<L>Quite thorough the <HI>Revelation.</HI></L>
<L>Whil&s;t we take the Church, and throw't out at the Porch,</L>
<L>Oh, Politick <HI>Reformation!</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Box at the Door, that holds <HI>Alms</HI> for the Poor,</L>
<L>Is an Eye-&s;ore to our Spirit,</L>
<L>For in it there lurks, the Doctrine of <HI>Works,</HI></L>
<L>That Men may be &s;av'd by their <HI>Merit.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The Communion Table, we'l quickly di&s;able,</L>
<L>And the Font that looks like an old <HI>Roman,</HI></L>
<L>All down &s;hall be thrown, but the Pulpit alone,</L>
<L>And the Pulpit it &s;elf &s;hall be common.</L>
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<L>Our <HI>Coblers</HI> &s;hall teach, and our <HI>Weavers</HI> &s;hall preach,</L>
<L>Things fit for the <HI>Hang man</HI> or <HI>Printer:</HI></L>
<L>Nay (more than all this) every Malepert <HI>Cis</HI></L>
<L>Shall bolt Motives as loud as the <HI>Hinter.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>For there's but one way, their Tongues to allay,</L>
<L>Accu&s;tomed to &s;peak what they plea&s;e-a.</L>
<L>Then if thon would&s;t know (man) how to &s;ilence a woman</L>
<L>Thou mai&s;t learn of<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Ba&s;iolo ta|cebit imo.</HI> <BIBL>Anglice</BIBL>, Ki&s;s her A&mdash; to quiet her.</NOTE> <HI>Theodore Beza.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>The &s;tout &s;pirit <HI>Byard,</HI> will never be <HI>Tyr'd,</HI></L>
<L>In the work of the Day he's grown Bolder,</L>
<L>Than the <HI>Long-bearded Clerk,</HI> who carry'd the <HI>Mark</HI></L>
<L>Of his <HI>Martyrdom</HI> upon his <HI>Shoulder.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Much more might be &s;ay'd, but that I'm afraid</L>
<L>Of awaking the Wa&s;ps of the Nation:</L>
<L>Let thus much of Rhime, &s;uffice for this Time,</L>
<L>Without <HI>U&s;e</HI> or <HI>Application.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>E. T.</HI> and are to be &s;old in <HI>Little-Britain.</HI> 1675.</P>
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