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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Stanzas from “An Answere to the Proclamation,” etc.

CXXXIV. Anonymous

TO all the olde and Catholike,

That be of such religion

As you be, that be franticke madde,

And foolish of opinion,

You write; that they your minde may know,

And you their mind againe,

Whether they meane to take your part,

And so in fielde be slaine.

No faithfull man, you may be sure,

Will lyke your crooked style:

Also your trayne, if they be wise,

Will lyke it but a whyle.

Chorath, Dathan, and Abiram,

Or else Achitophell,

With Absalon, Adoniah,

Of their olde faith ye smell.

In deede your olde religion

Is waren stale for age:

Ye meane to make it new againe

With mightye rebels’ rage.

You shall haue much adoe, be sure,

Though you thinke nothing so:

You haue to long a time sit still,

And suffered truth to growe.

When God and prince is ioynde in one

For to defende the truth,

And you against them stande in fielde;

Marke then what it ensuth:

The ruine of the contrarie

Must needes with speede be seene,

For troubling still the flocke of Christ,

And such a quiet queene.