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He dranke whole butts

Till he burft his gutts,

But mine were ne'er the wyder.

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

Harke, I hear Acteons horne!

The huntsmen whoop and hallowe: Ringwood, Royfter, Bowman, Jowler,

All the chafe do followe.

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was written about the beginning of the feventeenth century by the witty bishop Corbet, and is printed from the 3d edition of his poems, 12mo. 1672, compared with a more ancient copy in the editor's folio MS.

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M I mad, O noble Feftus,

When zeal and godly knowledge

Have put me in hope

To deal with the pope,

As well as the beft in the college?

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Boldly I preach, hate a crofs, hate a furplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets;

Come hear me pray nine times á day,

And fill your heads with crochets.

In the house of pure Emanuel *
I had my education,

Where my friends furmise

I dazel'd my eyes

With the fight of revelation.
Boldly I preach, &c.

They bound me like a bedlam,

They lash'd my four poor quarters ;

Whilft this I endure,

Faith makes me fure

To be one of Foxes martyrs.

Boldly I preach, &c.

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Thefe injuries I fuffer

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Through antichrift's perfwafion:

Take

*Emanuel college Cambridge was originally a feminary of Puritans.

Take off this chain,

Neither Rome nor Spain

Can refift my ftrong invasion.

Boldly I preach, &c.

Of the beafts ten horns (God bless us!)

I have knock'd off three already;

If they let me alone

I'll leave him none:

But they fay I am too heady.

Boldly I preach, &c.

When I fack'd the feven-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 ftink,

And spill the drink
In her cup of abomination.
Boldly I preach, &c.

I have seen two in a vifion

With a flying book* between them.
I have been in despair

Five times in a year,

And been cur'd by reading Greenham †.

Boldly I preach, &c.

I obferv'd in Perkins tables

The black line of damnation;

Those crooked veins

So ftuck in my brains,
That I fear'd my reprobation.
Boldly I preach, &c.

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*Alluding to fome vifionary expofition of Zech. ch. v. ver. 1. or, if the date of this fong would permit, one might suppose it aimed at one Coppe, a strange exthufiaft, whoje life may be seen in Wood's Athen. vol. 2. p. 501. He was author of a book intitled, "The fiery flying Roll" and afterwards published a Recantation, part of whofe Title is, "The fiery flying Roll's wings clipt," &c.

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+ See Greenham's works, fol. 1605. particularly the tract intitled, A fweet comfort for an afflicted confcience.

See Perkins's works, fol. 1616. vol. 1. p. 11; where is a large half-feet folded, containing " A furvey, or table declaring the order of "the causes of falvation, and damnation, &c." the pedigree of damnation being diftinguished by a broad black zig-zag line.

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

Miters, copes, and rotchets :

Come hear me pray nine times a day,

And fill your heads with crotchets.

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