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[illustration] Archbishop Laud, atop the Tower of London, looks down upon a gallows
EMBLEME IIII.
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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DEUT. 32.29.Oh that he were wise, that he would understand this, that he would consider his latter end.
ARch-Polititian, art thou not asham'd
To live thus long, and now at last be blam'd
For want of wit? thy folly now despise,
And let your Lordship learne to be more wise.
How long didst thou uphold thy High Commission?
And imitate the Spanish-Inquisition.
How dar'st thou owne that damned Canon-law?
The like to which ther's no man ever saw.
'T is this that makes men hate thee, and despise,
O would thy gracelesse Grace had bin more wise.
'T was thy goodwill the people should not look
In any other but the Service Book;
Vnlesse 't were such which for to sport and play,
Did give them licence on the Sabboth day.
By this you thought you should their soules surprise,
O would your little Grace had bin more wise.
You lov'd few words, and therfore would not preach,
But filenc'd such as dayly us'd to teach.
Your ayme was alway to have alterations,
And by your Altars thought to alter Nations.
But God Almighty crost your enterprise,
O would your Popish Grace had bin more wise:
For now be sure that all your golden Coapes,
You must exchange for new spun hempen Ropes.
And thou which ofttimes didst thy body screw,
Into such shapes Prometheus never knew,
Before thy Altar, be it no dispraise,
Thou shalt be straightned, and so end thy dayes.
Consider this, and every day conjecture,
That Pulchers bell doth toll to Tyburne Lecture,