In the house of pure Emanuel * Where my friends furmife I dazel'd my eyes With the fight of revelation, 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, 10 15 20 25 Boldly I preach, &c. When 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." 30 40 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. XXI. THE * 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. The 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, GR 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; 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, I'll feek me a winding shroud, 15 And down to the fhades below. A lunacy fad I endure, Since reafon departs away; Now flights me with scorn and disdain; 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, Expecting to find her there. And labour to reach the sky. 2 20 25 30 35 40 When |