Merry iests, concerning popes, monkes, and friers Whereby is discouered their abuses and errors &c. Written first in Italian by N.S. and thence translated into French by G.I. and now out of French into English, by R.W. Bac. of Arts of H.H. in Oxon.

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Title: Merry iests, concerning popes, monkes, and friers Whereby is discouered their abuses and errors &c. Written first in Italian by N.S. and thence translated into French by G.I. and now out of French into English, by R.W. Bac. of Arts of H.H. in Oxon.
Author: N. S., fl. 1617.
Publication: [London] :: Printed by G. Eld,; 1617.
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Subject terms: Catholic Church -- Clergy -- Humor -- Early works to 1800.; Catholic Church -- Controversial literature -- Early works to 1800.; Friars -- Humor -- Early works to 1800.
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W. R. to R. W.WOuldst know the vulgar censure of thy book?Or how the Apists Will thy fables take?He tell in briefe, the first like Boyes will brookeThy wholsome pills but for the gilding sake:The last will put thee on the tenter booke,And winke at that their sottish selues did make,Crying as once did the Athenians sad,Democritus by his laughing sure is mad.But when Hipocrates that learned sageShall feele thy temperate pulse and know whence springsThy laughter, he will cry, the Romanes rage,Democritus is wise, the Pope and PopelingsAll are mad, who sell the heauenly heritage,While they themselues float on the Diuels wings;The Cordelier is mad who weares on's coateThe rope, which better would becom his throat.H. I.