To the praise of Mrs. Cellier the Popish midwife: on her incomparable book. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06136 of text R33690 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T1596). 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 2018 B06136 13549551 Wing T1596 Interim Tract Supplement Guide Lutt.III[130] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[133] ESTC R33690 99889888 ocm99889888 181459 2248545688

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06136) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181459) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; C6:1[132]; A1:1[134]) To the praise of Mrs. Cellier the Popish midwife: on her incomparable book. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for Walter Davis in Amen-Corner, London, : MDCLXXX. [1680] Verse: "The brightest glory of your sex, and age, (sage,". The word "(sage," from the second line of verse, is printed with the first line of verse. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Cellier, Elizabeth, fl. 1680. -- Malice defeated -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo To the praise of Mrs. Cellier the Popish midwife: on her incomparable book. anon 1680 1 655 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. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-02 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
TO THE PRAISE OF M RS. CELLIER The Popish Midwife : ON HER IN COMPARABLE BOOK . MADAM , THe brightest Glory of your Sex , and Age , Than Popess Joan more Fair , than Popess Joan more sage , We hop'd , if Catholicks success had found , To see your head with Triple-mitre crown'd ; That Head , which bravest Acts can first invent , Then , if miscarri'd , prove 'em never meant : You 're skill'd , what Natures Fabrick is below . And all the secret Arts of Gropeing know , Sexes defect with D-do can supply , And so escape the fam'd Chair Porphury . But though success have fail'd your great Deserts , The world admires your Ladiships Great Parts : Rome once ador'd Lucina's Deity , But now Her Midwife-Goddess you shall be , To help the Popes abortions , and by Merit Deliver Nephews of the Flesh , or Spirit . You taught the Judges to interpret Laws , Shewd Sergeant Maynard how to plead a Cause , You turn'd , and wound , and Rogu'd 'em at your will , 'T was Trial not of Life and Death , but Skill . What though you had no Cash to bribe the * * She maliciously suggests ( though against her own Interest ) the Jury corrupt , when all knew t was neither her own Innocence , nor their disintegrity , but meer defect of Evidence brought her off this time . Jury ? They 'd fell their Consciences on Trust : SecuriTy's not expected now for such small ware ; Oaths are as cheap as Pins at Bartholmew-Fair . Besides , you 'l give their Babes an easie Birth , Or , if themselves are costive , help it forth : For one good turn we know requires another , As Right hand scratches Left its yonger Brother . Your Witnesses would swear against the King , And ' gainst the Law ; they 'd swear like any thing . Sweet Innocence ! what Powerful charms it has It works more Miracles , than Cross , or Mass , As easily turns all to Catholick As Apes shape Whelps with Beautifying Lick ; It makes men swear the Compass Ten times or'e , Then makes e'm swear , they never swore before : This is the force of Innocence ; and ne're yet Did any miss't , that sin'd on Tick of Merit . Heretical Apostate Dangerfield ! Worst of Mankind ! whom hast thou thus beguil'd ! Thou wert a hopeful , serviceable man , But now art turn'd White Devil of Japan . Pray tell me , where 's thy Conscience ? or why Must Heretic Truth discover Sacred Lye ? Shew your Indulgence , Sacrilegious slave ! May you speak Truth , unless the Pope gives leave ? You credited ? Incorrigible Sot ! Prove you were Loyal first , and knew no Plot. Thus your Book , Madam , has convinc'd the Nation , And is one clear , entire Demonstration : It shews the Meal-Tub-Plot's an errant cheat l For Tub is made of Wood , and meal of Wheat . The cause wants no such Whifflers as T. G. is , You must defend it , not such clods as He is ; For no man yet could e're withstand the Dint , And cogency of Female Argument . Diva Obstretrix-O ! hear the prayers Of all the Jesuits and all the Friers ! Some Saints we 've known forget us when they 're gone To thee on Earth we make our early moan . Then pity us : exert thy Power To save us in this dangerous Hour . Thou hast to Life brought many men , Ah! Bring the Plot to Life agen .

LONDON , Printed for Walter Davis in Amen-Corner , MDCLXXX .

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