The character of a time-serving saint or, The hypocrite anatomized, and thorowly dissected. Lockyer, Lionel, 1600?-1672. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A88412 of text R211487 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.16[53]). 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. 4 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 A88412 Wing L2781D Thomason 669.f.16[53] ESTC R211487 99870210 99870210 163208 2248508148

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A88412) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163208) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f16[53]) The character of a time-serving saint or, The hypocrite anatomized, and thorowly dissected. Lockyer, Lionel, 1600?-1672. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1652] Signed in last stanza: "Men do me Lionel Lockier call; others by the name of Rant,". Imprint from Wing. Verse - "The heavens do frown, the earth doth groan,". Annotation on Thomason copy: "June 5 1652". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Hypocrisy -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A88412 R211487 (Thomason 669.f.16[53]). civilwar no The character of a time-serving saint: or, The hypocrite anatomized, and thorowly dissected. Lockyer, Lionel 1652 1 544 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. 2007-07 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
THE CHARACTER OF A Time-serving Saint : OR , The Hypocrite anatomized , and thorowly dissected . To the Tune of the three Cheaters . THe Heavens do frown , the earth doth groan , To hear the poor man make his moan : The God of love doth hear the cry Of the poor Widowes misery ; And eke the fatherlesse complaint Which they make of the formall Saint : For they advance themselves in pride , And care not what to th' poor betide , And all that hold community , By them as Ranters counted be . But mark me well , and then you 'l say , No greater Ranters live then they . To feed the hungry , and naked cloath , It is a work they much do loath . They deck themselves in brave attire , Whilst poor go wetshod in the mire . With laces brave themselves they paint , An ornament fit for a Saint . Fine Holland under Cipresse black About their neck and down their back : Whether it be for warmth or pride , I know it 's easie to decide . But all this while the poor do want That which is wasted by the Saint . You gentle Taylors , that would see The newest fashions which there be ; Do but the meeting place frequent , And then you shall have full content . For of new fashions there 's no want , They are so lookt for by the Saint . You Shoe-makers , which are compleat , And fain would fit a foot most neat , Unto the Saints assembly go , For a high heel , and a long toe , Although the poor mans foot go bare , New fashion'd shoes the Saints will weare . Next unto you I shall repeat Their superfluity at meat , How they must have rost , bake'd and sod , As if their belly were their God . Preserves and sweet-meats they 'l not want ; O blessed thing to be a Saint ! Their Jack must run , their Pot must boyl , Their Cook-maid she must sweat and broyl ; On their Lords-Day she 's made a slave , That they their dainty cheer may have , Whilst fatherlesse and hunger faint , Such care is had to feed a Saint . Whilest they are in the Church , and pray , The poor man in the porch doth lay ; Having no house to hide his head , Nothing but straw to make his bed ; And he in vain doth make complaint ; For there 's no pitie in the Saint . Now all that know what Ranting means , Must needs confesse it is those sins , When one riotously hath spent That which his fellow-creatures want ; But this the Saints are freqeunt in , And guilty of that Ranting sin . Now if you think me much too blame , I shall not spare to write my name ; I will not bring my self in thrall ; Men do me Lionel Lockier call ; Others by the name of Rant , Such holy words flow from the Saint . FINIS .