O yes, o yes, I do cry, the bishops bridle will you buy Mill, Tom. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A07543 of text S122302 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 17923). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A07543 STC 17923 ESTC S122302 99857454 99857454 23195 2240874048

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A07543) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 23195) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1635:6) O yes, o yes, I do cry, the bishops bridle will you buy Mill, Tom. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [Pomadie : 1639] Publication date from STC. Verse - "Since bishops first began to ride". At foot: Composed by Tom (A.S.) Mill and mee, and printed new at Pomadie. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Church of England -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. Political ballads and songs -- Early works to 1800. Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Church history -- 17th century -- Early works to 1800. eebo O yes, o yes, I do cry, the bishops bridle will you buy. Mill, Tom 1639 1 839 5 0 0 0 0 0 59.59 D The rate of 59.59 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
O YES , O YES , I DO CRY , THE BISHOPS BRIDLES WILL YOU BUY . SInce Bishops first began to ride in state , so neare the Crown , They have been aye puft up with pride , and rode with great renown : But GOD hath pull'd these Prelats down , in spight of Spain and Pope ; So shall their next Ecclipse be soon in England seen I hope . They thought their Saddles had been sure , when they began to sit , They did not care for Church , nor Cure , their Grandure was so great : Their Curpals was so closely knit , they would not take a tie ; Their Bridle bare so strong a bit , great marvaile 't was to see . The Snaffles serv'd them , I have seen , they rode not farre abroad : First from a Doctor to a Deane , they bare the Bishops rod . They car'd not for contempt of GOD , nor Church , nor Common-weale , That all this Land was overlode , while fortune turn'd their wheele . Their Snaffles shortly they forsook , for weaknesse to command , And then a Thrawner-bit they took , for to o'rthrow the Land : They never spar'd us spurre nor wand , which long we did indure ; They held not right the Bridle-hand , their Saddles were not sure . And then a Chaunter-bit they choos'd , as Chauncellour of estate , That none before , but one had us'd , which broke on Striveling gate : They did for dignitie debate , for none durst them controule , They would be Temporall lords of late , which they may now condole . Then for a French-bit long'd they fast , which curb'd proud Curfour kinde , Which they from Lambeth got at last , it was the Popes propine ; And mounted them so to their mind , in all their riding geare : But then began they to decline , and built up Babel here . But now that Bit their best delight , is broken with the rest : And so their Horse have cast them quite , which cannot be redrest . The Gallowes-bit would bide them best , if Reines they be not rotten ; The Saints of GOD whom they supprest , this glorious day have gotten . Since they their horse and harnesse Sold , come buy their Bridles here , That afterwards it may be told , who bought their Riding-geere . For this hath been a fatall yeare , for Prelates in this part , Then let these Romish Rogues retire , and seek some other art . Let NOVA SCOTIA keep them now , they 'r fittest for that place , For GOD and Man , could not alow to spare them longer space . Their dignities brought them disgrace , with damnable disdain ; Since Scotland rooted out that race , let them not grow againe : But now brave England be thou bent , to bannish all that brood And make your Lambeth Lad repent , that never yet did good ; But shamefully hath sought the blood of sakelesse Saints of GOD , Releeve your Lincolne , better lov'd , and set him safe abroad . And as for Irelands odious name , that hath indur'd so long , Their Tyrannie shall end with shame , albeit their state be strong ; For GOD will sure revenge their wrong , their Villany so vile , The heaven hath heard their sorrowing Song , and sighing all this while . So let the Devill goe Bishop them , as he hath done before , For never Man shall worship them in any Kingdome more : For Scotland that they crost so sore , shall now with gladnesse sing , And blesse him did our state restore , that was our Gratious King .
THE PROPHESIE O 〈…〉 OLD SYBILLA , WHICH SECRETLY ●●E TOLD TOM MILLA . When Scotlands hundreth and ninth unconquered King . The sixteen hundred , thirty and ninth yeare , Into his age of thirty nine shall Raigne , Then shall the Papall overthrow appeare , Which all the Arts of Europe shall admire : For Scotland shall that blessed worke begin , Then shall the Whore of Babell , we had here , Be banisht quite , which Bishops did bring in . Then thou brave England which was led so blinde , By their perverse Episcopapall Pride , And Irelands shamelesse Superstitious sinne , Shall be supprest , wh● cruelly have cride ; So that that Sacred Prophetesse Sybilla , Shall shortly come to passe she tells TOM MILLA ; And TOM tells me , and I must tell 't againe , Through Scotland , England , Ireland , Fance and Spain . Composed by TOM ( A. S. ) MIL●● 〈…〉 d mee , And Printed new at Pomadie .