For no man; friends then Antichrist shall fall, Then down with _Rome_, with _Babel_, down with all, Down with the Devil, the Pope, the Emperour, With Cardinals, and the King of _Spaine_’s great power; [Sidenote: And hey then up goe we.] They’l muster up, but I can tell you where, At _Armageddon_, there, Beloved, there, Fall on, fall on, kill, kill, alow, alow, Kill _Amaleck_, and Turk, kill _Gog_ and _Magog_ too. But who deare friends fed _Daniel_ thus forsak’n [Illustration] Truly (but there’s one sleeps, a would do well to awak’n.) As ’tis in th’ English his name ends in Ock And so his name is called _Habacuck_. But in th’ originall it ends in Ock [Sidenote: The Doctrine of Generation.] For that deare sisters calls him have-a-Cock. And truly I suppose I need not feare But that there are many have a cocks here: The Laud increase the number of have a cocks, Truly false Prophets will arise in flocks; But as a farding candle shut up quite In a dark Lanthorn never giveth light; Ev’n such are they. Ay but my brethren deare [Sidenote: For Ministers may be Cuckholds.] I am no such Lanthorn, for my horns are cleare. But I shall now conclude this glorious truth With an exhortation to old men and youth: [Sidenote: _Use of Exhortation._] Be sure to feed young _Daniel_, that’s to say Feed all your Ministers that Preach and pray. [Sidenote: _Motives_ 1.] First, of all cause ’tis good, I speak that know so, [Sidenote: 4.] Fourthly, cause ’tis no evill for to doe so. [Sidenote: 3.] Thirdly, because ’tis very good, and twelfthly [Sidenote: 12.] Cause there’s nought better, unlesse I my selfe lye. But now he smells the pyes begin to reak, [Sidenote: Hunger a great enemy to Gospel duty.] His teeth water, and he can no longer speak: And now it will not be amiss to tell ye How he was troubled with a woman’s belly; [Sidenote: A crop-sick Sister.] For she was full of caudle and devotion, Which in her stomach raised a commotion, For the hot vapours much did damnifie, The woman went to walk in Finsbury: So though a while she was sustain’d with ginger, Yet at the length a cruel paine did twinge her; And like as marble sweats before a shower, So did she sweate, and sweating forth did poure Her mornings draught of Sugar sops and Saffron Into her sighing neighbours cambrick apron. At which a Lard she cry’d full sad to see