In the house of pure Emanuel *
I had my education,

Where my friends furmife

I dazel'd my eyes

With the fight of revelation,
Boldly I preach, &c.

They bound me like a bedlam,

They lafh'd my four poor quarters;

Whilft this I endure,

Faith makes me fure

To be one of Foxes martyrs,

Boldly I preach, &c.

These injuries I fuffer

Through antichrift's perswasion:

Take off this chain,

Neither Rome nor Spain

Can refift my ftrong invafion.

Boldly I preach, &c.

Of the beasts ten horns (God bless us!)

I have knock'd off three already;

If they let me alone

I'll leave none :

But they fay I am too heady,

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Boldly I preach, &c.

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Emanuel college Cambridge was originally a feminary of Puritans.

* Alluding to fome vifionary expofition of Zech. ch. v. ver. 1. + See Greenham's works, fol. 1605. particularly the tra titled, "Afweet comfort for an afflicted confcience."

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Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a furplice,

Miters, copes, and rotchets :

Come hear me pray nine times a day,

And fill your heads with crotchets.

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* See Perkins's works, fol. 1616. vol.1. p. 11; where is a large half-fheet folded, containing " A furvey, or table declaring the or"der of the causes of falvation, and damnation, &c." pedigree of damnation being diftinguished by a broad black zig-zag. line. t Laud.

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XXI.

THE LUNATIC LOVER,

MAD SONG THE THIRD,

is given from an old printed copy in the British Museum, compared with another in the Pepys collection: both in black letter.

"RIM king of the ghosts, make haste,

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And bring hither all your train;

See how the pale moon does waste,

And just now is in the waine.

Come, you night-hags, with all your charms,

And revelling witches away,

And hug me close in your arms;
To you my respects I'll pay.

I'll court you, and think you fair,

Since love does distract my brain: I'll go, and I'll wed the night-mare,

And kifs her, and kifs her again:

But if the prove peevish and proud,
Then, a pife on her love! let her go;

I'll feek me a winding shroud,

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And down to the fhades below.

A lunacy fad I endure,

Since reafon departs away;
I call to thofe hags for a cure,
As knowing not what I say:
The beauty, whom I do adore,

Now flights me with scorn and disdain;
I never shall see her more:

Ah! how shall I bear my pain!

I ramble, and range about

To find out my charming faint; While fhe at my grief does flout, And smiles at my loud complaint: Diftraction I fee is my doom,

Of this I am now too fure;

A rival is got in my room,

While torments I do endure.

Strange fancies do fill my head,
While wandering in despair,
I am to the defarts lead,

Expecting to find her there.
Methinks in a spangled cloud
I fee her enthroned on high,
Then to her I crie aloud,

And labour to reach the sky.

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