Because th’ Apostles’ Creed is lame, Th’ Assembly doth a better frame, Which saves us all with ease; Provided still we have the grace To believe th’ House in the first place, Our works be what they please. ’Tis strange your power and holiness Can’t the Irish devils dispossess, His end is very stout: But tho’ you do so often pray, And ev’ry month keep fasting-day, You cannot cast them out. THE PURITAN. By John Cleveland. To the tune of “An old Courtier of the Queen’s.” WITH face and fashion to be known, For one of sure election; With eyes all white, and many a groan, With neck aside to draw in tone, With harp in’s nose, or he is none: See a new teacher of the town, Oh the town, oh the town’s new teacher! With pate cut shorter than the brow, With little ruff starch’d, you know how, With cloak like Paul, no cape I trow, With surplice none; but lately now With hands to thump, no knees to bow: See a new teacher, etc. With coz’ning cough, and hollow cheek, To get new gatherings every week, With paltry change of _and_ to _eke_, With some small Hebrew, and no Greek, To find out words, when stuff’s to seek: See a new teacher, etc. With shop-board breeding and intrusion, With some outlandish institution, With Ursine’s catechism to muse on, With system’s method for confusion, With grounds strong laid of mere illusion: See a new teacher, etc. With rites indifferent all damned, And made unlawful, if commanded; Good works of Popery down banded, And moral laws from him estranged, Except the sabbath still unchanged: See a new teacher, etc. With speech unthought, quick revelation, With boldness in predestination, With threats of absolute damnation Yet _yea_ and _nay_ hath some salvation For his own tribe, not every nation: See a new teacher, etc. With after license cast a crown, When Bishop new had put him down; With tricks call’d repetition, And doctrine newly brought to town Of teaching men to hang and drown: See a new teacher, etc. With flesh-provision to keep Lent, With shelves of sweetmeats often spent, Which new maid bought, old lady sent, Though, to be saved, a poor present, Yet legacies assure to event: See a new teacher, etc. With troops expecting him at th’ door, That would hear sermons, and no more; With noting tools, and sighs great store, With Bibles great to turn them o’er, While he wrests places by the score: See a new teacher, etc. With running text, the named forsaken, With _for_ and _but_, both by sense shaken, Cheap doctrines forced, wild uses taken, Both sometimes one by mark mistaken; With anything to any shapen: See a new teacher, etc.