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R7813 NOW, to your cost, you see with grief and tears, / The tricking Shams of the proceeding Years: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 134795 Partridge's Advice / To the PROTESTANTS of ENGLAND. Partridge's Advice To the PROTESTANTS of ENGLAND. Partridge's Advice To the PROTESTANTS of ENGLAND. Partridge, John 1678-1678

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NOW, to your cost, you see with grief and tears, The tricking Shams of the proceeding Years: You that now see, scornd to believe it then Imposd upon, even by the worst of Men. Now hang your Freedom on each Villains Sword; Cheated yourselves, taking your Princes Word. Thus folly still helps to compeeat your fate: And all that can be said, You Repent to late. But, come, chear up, Heaven will relieve your need; Tis from that Throne, your happy Fates decreed. He had his orders then to spare you too: A little Whipping is the Scholars due. The troops of Gods are brought you to carress: The dextrous Arts of Priests and Idleness. Religions scandal, to encrease Romes store; Which Fools believe, and mad Men do adore. Tricks made by Priests, the Ignorant to surprise. Who Sacred Writ and Reason do despise: But you know better, and have oft been told Of those damnd Cheats, you know they want your Gold. Preserve your Faith, your Ancestors have won: You know the Truth, the Mistick Three in One. Stoop not to Idols, nor lay Reason by. Give not your Faith up, nor yet tamely die. The Sun will rise, the Actors fill the Stage: And One and Twenty Months is not an Age. Therefore be Wise, attend the Hand Divine, Till the still Voice gives you the Sacred Sign. I. TOucht with a teeming strain of English growth, My burning Muse into a flame breaks forth In Sacred Passions, scorns to be afraid Of those vast Murders pious Rome hath made. A gracious Mother, merciful and good, Her Thoughts are murder, and her Bosoms blood. II. The Priests of Rome are like their Mother true, Lazy and Letcherous, yet Obedient too; Furnishd with all the Vice that Nature gives: They are the only Epicures that lives. Yet they converse with God, disperse their Powers, Confess your Wives, and also get you Heirs. III. Of all the Arts the Devil yet made choice, This thing of Popery was his Master-piece. For in revenge with Heaven, being at ods, He taught the Papists how to Eat their Gods. Then twould not be amiss, since thus they do, To make clear work, and Eat the Devil too. IV. Can you forswear your Faith, give God the lye, Cant with a Priest, and lay your Reason by: Lay down your Wealth to serve the Church & they That suck your Blood, when they pretend to Pray? Can ye be Priest-rid, and be awd by Threats? Can ye believe a Crew of Pious Cheats?
V. Can ye believe a little Dow-bakd God, A Conjuring Bell, and a Good-Friday Rod, A Lying Legend, and a Priestly Curse, A Dish of Holy-water, and a Cross? When Rome grows Rampant, Hell itself contrives. When Satan Preacheth, Belzebub believes. VI. What Man can think the Inquisition good, When Church-men wash their Hands in Lay-mens Blood? Can ye adore a Cross, be damnd in Jest, Cheat all your Senses, and believe a Priest? Heretick cant believe, yere only fit: True slaves to Rome will never question it. VII. Should but a Priest say to his Zealot, Go Murder that Heretick: it must be so; He dares not ask the Reason: goes his ways, The Father says it; and the Fool obeys. What Man of Sense, but must amazed stand, To see Fools act, what Bloody Rogues command? VIII. Consider France and Spain, see whats there done; Under what Plagues those Neighbouring Nations groan. And all this done by Holy Churches care: For where Priests sway, be sure oppressions there. Priest! P--- on the name, I loath the very smell: Theyr wretched things, scarce good enough for Hell. IX. The Flux of Fate, that gives us hopes and fears, Sets Rome in Triumph; London all in Tears. That Brood, by Flames, that made your City rue, Will, if they can, next burn your Bodies too. Romes Bloody Bigots, Londons Fate once changd; Yet of a Crew of Rogues, but one Fool hangd. X. Apostate Church; a Faith built up in Blood. A lazy Priest, a little sensless God. All their Religions Lyes: its proofs a sin. When Scripture fails, then Miracles come in. Yet neer forget, nor it forgive them Knaves, While Martyrd Godfreys Blood for Vengeance craves. XI. Creation, What is that? What Noyse ye make? The Things not strange that Priests do undertake; Nay, and do more, the Church hath here the odds, God made but Man, but now the Priests make Gods. Never be bubled by a Popish Lye, Rather than that, resolve Revenge, and dye. XII. Let not Roms Court, Hozo proud, ere expect On English Men her lawless Laws t erect; Nor let the Popish-brood think to controul One single Attom of a true English Soul: God loaths their Worship, they hate Holy Writ, We hate their Faith, Hell waits to punish it.