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R202047 A Presbyter is such a Monstrous thing, / That loves Democracy, and hates a King; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1015 (1) / THE / True PRESBYTERIAN / Without DISGUISE: / OR, A / CHARACTER / OF A / Presbyterians Ways and Actions. / Difficile est Satyram non scribere, namquis iniquae / Tam patiens urbis tam ferrens, ut teneat se? Juv. (1) THE True PRESBYTERIAN Without DISGUISE: OR, A CHARACTER OF A Presbyterian's Ways and Actions. Difficile est Satyram non scribere, namquis iniquae Tam patiens urbis tam ferrens, ut teneat se? Juv. Denham, Sir John 1680-1680 J.B.

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A Presbyter is such a Monstrous thing, That loves Democracy, and hates a King; For Royal Issue never making prayers, Since Kingdoms (as he thinks) should have no Heirs, But stand Elective; that the holy Crew May (when their Zeal transports them) chuse a New. And is so strongly grounded in belief, That Antichrist his coming will be brief, [?]s he dares swear (if he dares swear at all) [T]he Quakers are ordain'd to make him fall: From whence he grows impatient, and he says, The wisest Counsels are but fond delays, To hold him lingring in deluding hope, Else long e're this he had subdu'd the Pope. A Presbyter is he, whose heart doth hate The man (how good so e're) advanc'd in State; And finding his disease a Leprosie, Doth judge that all in Court Gehezi's be; Whilst he himself in Bribery is lost, And lyes for gain unto the Holy Ghost. When though in shew he seems a grave Tobias, He is within a very Ananias. The Lay-prophane-name (Lord) he hates, and says It is th' approaching sign of the last days, For Church-men to be stiled so; Nay more, 'Tis Usher to the Babylonian Whore. The Bishops Habits, with the Tip and Rochets, Beget in him such Fancies and such Crochets,
That he believes it is a thing as Evil To look on them, as to behold the Devil. And for the Government Episcopal, That he condemns to be the worst of all; Because the primest Times did suffer no man T' exalt himself, for all was held in common: Yet 'tis most strange, when he is most Zeal-sick, Nothing can cure him but a Bishoprick, Where once invested, proves without all scope, Insulting, boundless, more than any Pope. A Presbyter is he, that's never known To think on others good, besides his own; And all his Doctrine is of Hope, and Faith, For Charity, 'tis Popery he saith: And is not only silent in Good works, But in his practice too, resembles Turks. The Churches Ornaments, the Ring of Bells, (Can he get Pow'r) 'tis ten to one he sells; For his well-tuned ears cannot abide A Jangling noise, but when his Neighbours chide. A Presbyter is he, that never prays, But all the world must hear him what he says; And in that fash'on too, that all may see, He is an open Modern Pharisee: The name of Sabbath still he keeps ('tis true) But so he is less Christian, more a Jew; Nor setled form of Prayer his zeal will keep, But preacheth all his purer Flock asleep: (2)
To study what to say, where for to doubt Of a presumed Grace to hold him out; And to be learn'd is too too Humane thought, Th' Apostles all (he says) were men untaught; And thus he proves it for the best to be A simple-Teacher of Divinity. The Reverence which Ceremony brings, Into the Sacred Church, his Conscience stings, Which is so void of Grace, and so ill bent, That kneel he will not at the Sacrament, But sits more like a Judge, than like a Sinner, And takes it just, as he receives his Dinner, Thus do his saucy postures speak his Sin, For as without, such is his Heart within. A Presbyter is he, who doth defame Those Reverend Ancestors from whence he came. And like a Graceless Child, above all other, Denies respect unto the Church his Mother; His Chosen Protestants he scorns, as men Not sav'd because they are not Brethren: And lest his Doctrine should be counted new, He wears an antient Beard to make it true. A Presbyter is he, that thinks his place At every Table is to say the Grace; When the good-man, or when his child hath paid, And thanks to God for King, and Realm, hath said, He then starts up, and thinks his self a Debter Till he doth cry (I pray you thank God better;) When long he prays for every living thing, But for the Catholick Church, and for the King. A Presbyter is he, would wondrous fain Be call'd Disciple by the Holy train. Which to be worthy of he'l stray and erre Ten miles to hear a silenc'd Minister; He loves a Vesper Sermon, hates a Mattin, As he detests the Fathers nam'd in Latin, And as he Friday, Sunday makes in dyet, Because the King, and Canons do deny it, The self-same nature makes him to repair To Week-day Lectures, more than Sundays prayer. And as the man, must need's in all things erre, He starves his Parson, crams his Lecturer. A Presbyter is he, whose heart is bent To cross the Kings designes in Parliament, Where whilst the place of Burgess he doth bear, He thinks he ows but small Allegiance there; But stands at distance, as some higher thing, Like a Licurgus, or a kind of King. Then as an Errant, times bold Knights were wont To seek out Monsters, and adventures hunt; So with his wit, and valour, he doth try How the Prerogative he may defie; Thus he atempts, and first he fain would know If that the Soveraign Power, be new, or no: Or if it were not fitter, Kings should be Confin'd unto a limited degree; And for his part like a Plebean State, Where the poor Mechanicks may still debate
All matters at their pleasure, not confin'd To this, or that, but as they cause do find; When though that every voice against him go, He'l slay the Giant, with his single (no.) He in his heart, though at a poor expence, Abhors a gift that's call'd Benevolence; For as his mind, so is his bounty bent, And still unto the King molevolent. He is the States-man, just enough precise, The nearest Government to Scandalize. Nor like a Drunkard , when he doth expose In secret underneath the silent Rose. To use his freedom, when the Pot might bear The faults which closely he committed there, But Shimei-like, to all the men he meets, He spews his frantick Venome in the Streets: And though he says the Spirit moves him to it, The Devil is that Spirit made him do it. A Presbyter is he, (else there is none) That thinks the King will change Religion, His doubtful thought, like to his Moon-blind eys, Makes the beast start at every shape he spies. And what his fond mistaken fancy breed, He doth believe as firmly as the Creed: From whence he doth proclaim a Fast [?]o all That he allows to be Canonicall; And then he consecrates a secret Room, Where none but the Elected Sisters come: When being met, doth Treason boldly Teach, And will not Fast and Pray, but Fast and Preach; Then strains a Text, whereon he may relate The Churches danger, discontent of State, And hold them there so long in fear and doubt, That some do think 'tis danger to go out; Believeing if they hear the Cieling crack, The Bishops are behind them, at their back; And so they sit bewailing one another, Each groaning Sister howling to her Brother. A Presbyter is he has Womens fears, And yet will set the whole World by the ears: Hee'l rail in publick if the King deny, To let the Quarrel of the Spaniard die; He storms to hear in France the Wars should cease And that by Treaty there should be Peace: For sure (saith he) the Church doth Honour want When 'tis not truly called Militant, And in plain truth, as far as I can find, He bears the self-same Treasonable mind As doth the Jesuit; for though they be Tongue-Enemies in shew, their hearts agree. And both professed foes, alike consent, Both to betray the Anointed Innocent, For though their manners differ, yet they aim That either may the King or Kingdom maim: The difference is this way understood, One in Sedition, t'other deals in blood. Their Characters abridg'd if you will have, Each seems a Saint, yet either proves a Knave.
FINIS. LONDON: Printed for J.B. 1680.