A rot amongst the bishops,: or, A terrible tempest in the Sea of Canterbury, set forth in lively emblems to please the judicious reader: / by Tho: Stirry.

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A rot amongst the bishops,: or, A terrible tempest in the Sea of Canterbury, set forth in lively emblems to please the judicious reader: / by Tho: Stirry.
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Stirry, Thomas.
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London :: printed by R.O. & G.D.,
MDCXLI. [1641]
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Emblem books, English
Church of England -- Controversial literature
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[illustration]
EMBLEME I.
The Church & Com∣monwealth of Engalnd.
[illustration] ship (figuratively, the Anglican Church) sailing towards the mouth of Hell
high Comission
[illustration] pennant atop the main mast
Processe
[illustration] sail of ship
Licence
[illustration] two cannons, one discharging the et cetera oath and the other a noose
the Oath
et: Cet:
[illustration] Arthur Duck, chancellor of the diocese of Bath and Wells
Dr. Duck
[illustration] Archbishop Laud
Laud
[illustration] Sir John Lamb
Dr. Lamb
[illustration] Bishop Wren of Norwich
Wren

[illustration] sea monster with gaping mouth
hell

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And he found a Ship of Alexandria, sayling into Italie.

Acts 27.6.
THe Infernall Tempter, when he first begun To trade for soules, no labour did he shun; He could not stay (for hast) to take advice, But trots on foot as farre as Paradise, Where he not ceast to use (be't good or bad) Such Retorick the Land of Darknesse had: And all to gaine that pure immortall breath. Blown from the spring of life, then free from death; And having got but one poore soule in store, Forthwith to it he addeth many more.
But now who lives, and doth not plainly see, That under Heavens Star-spangled Canopie, Ther's scarce a place, or Countrey to be found, Wherein this Hell-born crew doth not abound; Deceiving soules, and griping in their hands The wealth and riches of the fruitfull Lands, Witnesse this Iland, which not long agoe, Was in subjection to this Hell-borne foe: For who can say he did not see, or heare, What sway the Lordly Prelates late did beare? None scarce durst preach without these Lords admission, But streight were hoist aboard their High Commission, Which in full Sayle here fixt before thine eye, Adumbrats plaine, that wicked Hierarchie; 'Tis now in pomp, and makes a glorious fight, Though now 'tis faire, it may be foule ere night. Now Winds obey, and send a Soveraigne gale, Which makes those Sea-Men thus hoyst up their Sayle, And o're blest Albions Church and State to ride, Discharging Canons in their furious pride; Whence flew the Oath, Et Caetera; after came A good strong Halter to conclude the game; The Duck takes wing, and to the Topsayle flyes, And on the Flag a Processe neatly tyes; The Sayles have got a Licence, to proclaime, No preaching 'thout a Licence in their name; Their Colours are displaid, that all may see, How in this Ship the Devill and they agree.

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Hell mouth's wide open, sure it is to show, Both Ship and Saylers with the Devill must goe.
Hundreds of yeares hath heavens resplendent eye Run his diurnall course, since men did spie This Hell-built Ship, spreading her swelling Sayles O're Englands Church, and Common-wealth, with gailes Blown from the lower darkned world beneath, Such as the damn'd infernall Furies breath. And ever since this Church-consuming band Of Romish vermine, hath impair'd our Land: For whatsoe're these holy Seamen spide, They would not rest, but night and day they try'd To get 't aboard their High-Commission Boat, Which every tyde t'wards Italy did float. And that these sacrilegious Pirates might With greater foree and safety vent their spight Against Gods people and deprive them quite Of Christ's soule-saving Gospels heavenly light, See here what helpe the Devil doth them afford, He is their Pilot; he't was brought aboard That new made Canon; 'twas his damned plot, To ram in to 't that truth confounding shot, That he that would not by their Laws be led, This hell-cast bullet streight should strike him dead
But he that sits in heaven did them deride, He turn'd the streame in height of all their pride: For turne the leafe and there in brief I'll show. What wofull shipwrack now they undergoe.
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