The Scotch riddle unfolded: or, Reflections upon R.VV. his most lamentable ballad, called The loyal non-conformist. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06591 of text R220432 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W2149). 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. 7 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 B06591 Wing W2149 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.4[199] 99885027 ocm99885027 182868 2248524635

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06591) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182868) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:2[200]) The Scotch riddle unfolded: or, Reflections upon R.VV. his most lamentable ballad, called The loyal non-conformist. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n.], [London : Printed in the year, 1666. Verse: "Stand up Smectymnuus, and hear thy tryal ..." Although Wing attributes this to Robert Wild, it is actually a reply to Wild's "Loyal nonconformist". Cf. DNB s.v. Wild, Robert. Place of publication suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Wild, Robert, 1609-1679. -- Loyal nonconformist -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Dissenters, Religious -- Controversial literature -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The Scotch riddle unfolded: or, Reflections upon R.VV. his most lamentable ballad, called The loyal non-conformist. anon 1666 1 911 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. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The SCOTCH Riddle Unfolded : OR , Reflections upon R. VV. his most Lamentable BALLAD , CALLED The LOYAL NON-CONFORMIST . STand up Smectymnuus , and hear thy tryal ; Thy monstrous Title puts me to a pause : Was ever any Non-Conformist Loyal ? Love he the King that disobeys his Laws ? Yet he can Swear , and yet he fears to Swear ; For Solemn Oaths they must have sacred grounds : The Oaths of Scotland cost poor England dear , That Swore from Faith and Troth , to Blood and Wounds . 'T is truth , old Boreas never could blow West ; And you may note a Non-Conformists mouth What ere he sayes , what ere he doth protest , Stands ( like Emanuel Chappel ) North and South . He fears an Oath , as Lawyers do a bribe , Though he dissembles a Religious dread ; For 't is well known that all that factious Tribe , Swallow'd the Covenant Hand over head . That Covenant , in which the People Swore They knew not what : 'T was such another thing As Satans Oracles , of Torletons Lore , That cry'd Forbear , yet whisper'd Kill the King . That cursed Covenant , which he that now Abjures is free ; but he that keeps it finds Himself a baffled Samson , and his Vow A Dalilah , for whom it binds it blinds . How vainly do their loose pretenses guild That Warbeck principle , call'd Conscience , which , Like Jone of Arc , leads Troops into the field , She stiles her self a Saint , yet proves a Witch . If Truth hath any virtue to convince : If Pulpits can speak better things then Tubs : This Conscience owes Allegiance to her Prince ; The King of Hearts command the Queen of Clubs . But is 't not strange the Bramble should defend Joves sacred Tree , that lately did aspire Not only th' Ivy , but the Oak to rend , And ( like a Traytour ) set the Wood on fire , Yet talk'd of Loyalty ; but what he meant Some Conjurer expound , but to Obey Moses and flee from wicked Korah's tent , Is Holy Writ , and not Apocraphâ . Nor care I though th' Apocrapha were not , And yet I do believe that Antient story Of Bell and Dragon cannot be forgot , If there be extant ere a Directory . The Machabees shall flourish like Italians , And after ages shall not be bereft Of chast Susanna , and her pair of Stallions , Whilest we have Church , or they have Elders left . What our great Prelates doe , and what they are , God and the King shall question ; we 're forbid : Yet they that do the worst , doe better far Then the Smectymnian party wish they did . Their Bishopricks ( against the false Kirk's will ) Have outliv'd Sedwick's Doomes-day ; and I hope Each Diocess will keep her Crosier still , And not let ev'ry Parish have a Pope . What was St. Peter's Office , what his Trade , The Gospel gives us a most clear Narration ; It doth not say his Fishing Nets were made Of Treason , Sacriledge , or Sequestration . That he nere taught the Presbyterian way Doth well appear by his Divine Epistles : And ( though he Preach'd as often as they say ) He never Preach'd for Bodkins , Spoons , and Whistles . Peace then foul Mouth 's , be still unhallow'd pates ; Make not the Church the subject of your Jeers , But reckon Dr. Bastwick and his mates Uncircumcis'd of heart , though not of ears . Proud Presbyters ; remember , Thirty pieces Was all the fees the Jews ere gave your Patron : If London Sheep had born no better fleeces Dame Calamy had been a Thread-bare Matron . Yet who is 't does not think your sniveling Brother Would swing his Handkercher over Pauls steeple , And wear as high s Miter as another , But he 's a Pharisee and fears the People . As for Church Vestments , Hemp we will bestow On Snarling Priests that mouth against the King , And he that comes into the Church by th' Bow , 'T is Justice that he should go out by th' string . But if the Gallows ere should have her right : As who knows what may be ( dear Smec . perhaps 'T may be thy day ) 't would be a pretty sight To see the Hangman wear a brace of Caps . Was any of Pauls Books or Parchments found In Byfields Registry ( my good Divines ? ) Although his Cloak was long and swept the ground , 'T would be too short to cover your designs . Hence then ye Catterpillers , Dregs of Men , Hence Pulpit Blood-hounds , hence Seditious pack : Bow Bells shall never say Return again , Although perhaps the Ropes may call ye back . And farwel Wild , with all thy learned Meeters , Posterity shall laugh , and picture thee On the same Sign with Archee , and Hugh Peters , And under-write this Motto , Wee be three .

Printed in the Year ; 1666.