The braggadocia souldier: and the civill citizen. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A77241 of text R210650 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.11[81]). 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. 3 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 2017 A77241 Wing B4197 Thomason 669.f.11[81] ESTC R210650 99869428 99869428 162733 2248513480

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A77241) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162733) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f11[81]) The braggadocia souldier: and the civill citizen. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcut) Printed for J.L., [London] : 1647. Imprint from Wing. Verse - "See how the Sectists bustle now,". Annotation on Thomason copy: ""7ber [i.e. September] 14". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Church and state -- Great Britain -- 17th century -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Political ballads and songs -- England -- 17th century. Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. A77241 R210650 (Thomason 669.f.11[81]). civilwar no The braggadocia souldier: and the civill citizen. anon. 1647 1 452 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-12 Sampled and proofread 2008-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Braggadocia Souldier : and the Civill Citizen .

SEe how the Sectists bustle now , The Indopendants sturte . London is tam'd say they ; as once Prince Rupert with his Curre . See how they prick their eares ; and cry , Wee 'l knock down all our foes , But spare the Divell pray ; for hee Doe's not your side oppose . Brave Sparkes indeed , brave cocks o' th game , Gramercy Gun and Sword , They throw down all , and yet pretend , To advance the purer word . On Sectists , on , and do your best , To vindicate the Divell , Away with Reformation now , And call her dirty snivell . Up Prince of darknesse ; come and raigne , Thy Loyall Subjects wayt , Then call them Satan round about , And sit again in State . Brave sparkes indeed , &c. Come hither Pope , we give thee leave , Thou hast no cause to feare ; Jingle thy Keyes in England now , The Divell raigneth here . Religion 's to the block condemn'd , But none comes to relieve it ; Whilst hell unloads its gorge , and wee Stand ready to receive it . Brave sparkes indeed , &c. The Sectists now are jolly men , They 'ave brought about their Plot ; They say they will confute us now , With powder and with shot . But stay , their Cannons may bee crack'd , Their shot cashier'd ; and then , Their Argument I feare will faile , And lye i' th dust agen . Brave sparkes indeed , &c. The Pope and Divell have engag'd , The Independant too ; For what I know not ; 't may bee this , Our Kingdome to undoe . Heav'ns keep our Sov'raigne King Charles , From being rul'd by them , Mee thinks the Helmet is too neere The Princely Diadem . Brave sparkes indeed when they may thus , With Canon and with Sword , Vn-King our State , un-Church us too , And yet advance the word . But whither doth our Kingdome run , With such precipitation , As if it would go visit faine , The Pit of desolation ? Heav'ns stop it quick ; and heale our sicke , Forlorne , distracted City , Then give us hearts , to play our parts , And sing a gratefull ditty . Would Heav'ns throw down these cocks o' th game , That cry gramercy Sword ; Then should wee hope to see againe , The purity o' the word . FINIS .

Printed for J. L. 1647.