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He dranke whole butts

Till he burst his gutts,
But mine were ne'er the wyder,


Poore naked Tom is very drye;
A little drinke for charitye!

Harke, I hear Acteon's horne !

The huntsmen whoop and hallowe; Ringwood, Royster, Bowman, Jowler,

All the chase do followe.


The man in the moone drinkes clarret,
Eates powder'd beef, turnip, and carret,
But a cup of old Malaga fack
Will fire the bushe at his backe.





was written about the beginning of the seventeenth century by the witty bishop Corbet, and is printed from the 3d edition of bis Poems, izmo. 1672, compared with a more ancient copy in the Editor's folio MS. Аа 4


A When Zeal and godly knowledge

Have put me in hope
To deal with the pope,
As well as the best in the college?

5 Boldly I preach, hate a crofs, hate a furplice,

Mitres, copes, and rochets;
Come hear me pray nine times a day,

And fill your heads with crochets.


In the house of


Emanuel I had my education,

Where my friends surmise

I dazel'd my eyes
With the light of revelation,

Boldly I preach, &c.


They bound me like a bedlam,
They lash'd my four poor quarters ;

Whilst this I endure,

Faith makes me sure
To be one of Foxes martyrs,

Boldly I preach, &c.

These injuries I suffer
Through antichrist's perswafion :

Emanuel college Cambridge was originally a seminary of Puritans.


Take off this chain,

Neither Rome nor Spain Can resist my strong invasion,

Boldly I preach, &c.


Of the beast's ten horns (God bless us !)
I have knock'd off three already ;

If they let me alone

I'll leave him none :
But they say I am too heady.

Boldly I preach, &c.


When I fack'd the seven-hill'd city,
I met the great red dragon;

I kept him aloof

With the armour of proof, Though here I have never a rag on.

Boldly I preach, &c.

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I made her stink,

And spill the drink
In her cup of abomination.

Boldly I preach, &c.


I have seen two in a vision
With a flying book * between them,

I have been in despair

Five times in a year,
And been curd by reading Greenham t.

Boldly I preach, &c.


I observ'd in Perkin's tables
The black line of damnation ;

Those crooked veins

So stuck in my brains,
That I fear'd my reprobation.

Boldly I preach, &c.

* Alluding to some visionary exposition of Zech. ch. v. 'ver. 1; 0", if the date of this song would permit, one might suppose it aimed at one Coppe, a strange enthusiast

, whese life may be seen in Wood's Atben. Vol. II. p. 501. He was author of a book, intitled, The Fiery Flying Roll:and afterwards published a Recantation, part of whose title is, The Fiery Flying Roll's Wings clipt,&c.

+ See Greenham's Works, fol. 1605, particularly the tract intitled, A fweet Comfort for an affli&ted Conscience."

I See Perkins's Works, fol. 1676, Vol. I. p. 11; where is a large balf-Sheet folded, containing, A suri.ey, or table, declaring the erder

of the causes of salvation and damnation, &c." the pedigree of damnaetion being distinguised by a broad black zig-zag line.


In the holy tongue of Canaan
I plac'd my chiefest pleasure:

Till I prick'd my foot

With an Hebrew root,
That I bled beyond all measure.

Boldly I preach, &c.

him no grace,

I appear'd before the archbishop *,

60 And all the high commission; I

gave But told him to his face, That he favour'd superstition.

Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate'a sürplice, Mitres, copes, and rochets

66 Come hear me pray nine times a day, And fill your heads with crotchets.

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