Cham zure they are not voolish
That made the Mafs, che trow;
Why Man? 'Tis all in Latin,
And Vools no Latin know 3
Were not our Fathers wife Men,
And they did like it well,
Who very much rejoiced
To hear the Zeering-Bell?
But many Kings and Prophets,
As I may fay to thee,
Have wifht the Light that you have,
And could it never fee:
For what art thou the better
A Latin Song to hear,
And underftandeth nothing
That they fing in the Quire?
IGNORANCE..
The Lord did give Commandment, No Image thou shouldft make,
Nor that unto Idolatry
You should your self betake: The Golden Calf of Ifrael
Mofes did therefore spoil, And Baal's Priefts and Temple He brought to utter Foil..
IGNORANCE.
But our Lady of Walfingham
Was a pure and holy Zaint,
And many Men in Pilgrimage
Did fhew to her Complaint:
Yea, with zweet Thomas Becket,
And many other mo,
The holy Maid of Kent likewise,
Did many Wonders zhow.
Such Saints are well agreeing
To your Profeffion fure;
And to the Men that made them,
So precious and so pure:
That one was found a Traytor,
And judged worthy of Death;
The other eke for Treafon,
Did end his hateful Breath.
IGNORANCE
Yea, yea, it is no matter
Difpraise them how you will;
But zure they did much Goodness,
Would they were with us ftill:
We had our holy Water,
And holy Bread likewife,
And many holy Reliques
We zaw before our Eyes.
And all this while they fed you
With vain and fundry Shows,
Which never Chrift commanded,
As learned Doctors knows;
Search then the holy Scriptures,
And you fhall plainly fee
That headlong to Damnation
They always trained thee.
IGNORANCE.
If it be true, Good-vellow,
As thou doft zay to me;
Then to my Zaviour Jefus,
Alone then will I flee :
Believing in the Gospel,
And Paffion of his Zon,
And with the zubtil Papists,
Ich have for ever done.
A Dialogue between FANCY and
OME hither, Shepherd's Swain.
Sir, What do You require?
I pray thee fhew thy Name?
My Name is Fond Defire.
When waft thou born, Defire?
In Pomp and Pride of May.
By whom, fweet Child, waft thou begot?
Of Fond Conceit, Men say.
who was thy Nurfe?
Sweet Touth, and fugar'd Joys.
What was thy Meat and dainty Food!
Sad Sighs and great Annoys.
what hadft thou for to drink?
Unfavory Lovers Tears.
What Cradle waft thou rocked in?
In Love devoid of Fears.
What lull'd thee then asleep?
Sweet Speech, which likes me beft.
Tell me where is thy Dwelling place?
In gentle Hearts I reft.
What thing doth please thee moft ?
To gaze on Beauty ftill.
Whom doft thou think to be thy Foe?
Difdain of my Good-Will.
Doth Company displease?
Tea fure, many one.
Where doth Defire delight to live?
He loves to live alone.
Doth either Time or Age
bring him to decay?
No, no, Defire both lives and dies
Ten thousand times a Day.
Then Fond Defire, farewel,
Thou art no Meat for me;
I should be loath to dwell
With fuch a one as thee.
FAxewel, falfe Love, the Oracle of Lies,
mortal Foe, an Enemy to Reft,
An envious Boy, from whence great Cares arife,
A Baftard vile, a Beaft with Age poffeft:
A Way for Error, a Tempeft full of Treason,
In all Respects contrary unto Reason.
A poison'd Serpent cover'd all with Flowers,
Mother of Sighs, and Murtherers Repose,
A Sea of Sorrows, whence run all fuch Showers
As Moisture gives to every Grief that grows
A School of Guile, a Neft of deep Deceit,
A golden Hook that holds a poison'd Bait.
A Fortress fled, whom Reason did defend,
A Syren's Song, a Server of the Mind;
A Maze wherein Affections find no end,
A running Cloud that runs before the Wind:
A Subftance like the Shadow of the Sun,
A Goal of Grief, for which the wisest run.
IV.
A quenchless Fire, a Reft of trembling Fear,
A Path that leads to Peril and Mishap,
A true Retreat of Sorrow and Despair,
An idle Boy that fleeps in Pleasure's Lap:
A deep Mistrust of that which certain seems,
A Hope of that which Reason doubtful deems.
Then fith thy Reign my younger Years betray'd,
And for my Faith Ingratitude I find;
And fuch Repentance hath the Wrong bewray'd,
Whofe crooked Caufe hath not been after Kind;
Falfe Love go back, and Beauty frail adieu,
Dead is the Root from which fuch Fancies grew.
The End of the FIFTH PART.
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