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R35133 BEloved; and he sweetly thus goes on, / Now[,] where's [Be]loved? why, Beloved's gon. Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 6: 566 [A] / PULPIT / TO BE [LET.] / Woe to the idle Shep[herd tha]t leaveth his Flock, Zechar. XI. 17. / With a just applause of those worthy Divines that stay with [us.] A PULPIT TO BE LET. Woe to the idle Shepherd that leaveth his Flock, Zechariah XI. 17. With a just applause of those worthy Divines that stay with us. 1665-1665

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BEloved; and he sweetly thus goes on, Now where's [B]eloved? why Beloved's go[n] No morning Matt[ens no]w, no[r] Evening s[o]ng: Alas! the Pars[on can]not stay so long. With Clarken-well it fares as most in town, The light-heel'd Levit's broke, and the Spark flown; Broke did I say? they ne're had quit the place, Had they but set up with a [sp]ark of grace! They did the Pulpit as a C[o]ffin greet, And took the Surplice for a Winding-sheet. Had that so scar'd them? at the Bells sad tolls, They might have laid them by, and learnt of Pouls. But, for their parts, Who will? come in their rooms. They are not mad, to live among the Tombs. See how they choose three moneths to fly the rod, And dare not fall into the hands of God. For God of persons no respecter is, Then to respect themselves (pray'?) is't amiss? They that should stay, and teach us to reform, Gird up their loines, and run to 'scape the storm; And wing'd with fear, they flee to save their lives Like Lot, from Sodom, with their brats, and wives. This is a Tribe, that for his punishments Fear God; But keep not his Commandements. They dread the Plague, and dare not stand it's shock; Let Wolves, or Lions feed the fainting Flock. They made the Sheep the subject, now, men say, Not so much of their prayer, as their prey. But they are gon to have (it now appears) The Country hear them with their harvest ears. Whilst here at home, we find Christ's saying true, The harvest great is, but the lab'rers few. Yet, like enough, the heat o'th'day being or'e, You'l have them here again at the leventh hour. Think you these men believe with holy Paul, For them, to be dissolv'd, is best of all? Then, their own bodies they would never mind, More than the souls of those they left behind. Who now? those sons of Aaron being fled, Shall Stand between the living and the dead?
We have at home the Plague, abroad the Sword; And will they add the famine of the word? But 'tis no matter, let what will, befall, A Recantation Sermon payes for all. Ne saevi, magne Sacerdos! FOr you that stay, I have another sense; These I revile, but you I reverence. You have stood firm, and God of mercy crav'd, And holding out unto the end are sav'd. You the true shepherds are, that would not keep Your lives a minute, would they save the Sheep. Not hirelings, that away in peril sneak, And leave the stones out of the wall to speak: Whose heinous guilt is of a dye so deep, It makes the dead even through the marble weep. You, you have stood to't, as unmov'd, as Rocks, And prov'd yourselves the only Orthodox; You have at Christs command handed your lives, Without Excuse of Oxen, Farmes, or Wives; To you shall therefore glorious crowns be given, And you shall shine bright as the Starres in heaven. Of life and death before you, well you choose: For, who will loose, shall save, will save, shall loose. With reverence to the sacred Word, I shall My theme an Embleme of the Bible call: For the Canonical, are those that stay, They that obscure, are the Apocrypha, Of whom a man shall make (nay even S. John) No Revelation, till the plague be gone. Well, let them march; we have the better bread: The Wheats the purer, now the Chaff is fled. Farewell wild Grapes; for my part let'em pass, The Gleaning's better than the Vintage was. And let Apostates ramble where they will, The Church reserves her better Angels still Which she embraces; for, in vain she cares For wandring Planets, that has fixed Starres. Praelucendo pereo.
LONDON, Printed for the Author, in the year 1665.