He was as awfull, as he had bin sent

From Moses with th' elev'nth commandement ;
And one of us he sought; a sonne of Flore

He must bid stand, and challendge for an hower.
The doctors both were quitted of that feare,
The one was hoarce, the other was not there;
Wherefore him of the two he seazed, best

Able to answere him of all the rest :

Because hee neede but ruminate that ore

Which he had chew'd the Sabbath-day before.

And though he were resolv'd to doe him right,
For Mr. Balyes sake, and Mr. Wright*,
Yet he dissembled that the mace did erre;

That he nor deacon was, nor minister.
No! quoth the serjeant; sure then, by relation,
You have a licence, sir, or toleration:

♦ These are said in the old copies to be "the ministers of Daventry;" but as no such names occur in the list of incumbents, it is probable they officiated for Thomas Mariat, the then vicar, who must have been very old, as he was inducted to the living in 1560.

And if you have no orders 'tis the better,
So you have Dods Præcepts, or Cleavers Letter".
Thus looking on his mace, and urging still

Twas Mr. Wrights and Mr. Bayleyes will

5 Dod and Cleaver, thus honourably introduced to our notice, were united by the strong ties of puritanism and authorship.

Ambo animis, ambo insignes præstantibus armis ;
Hic pietate prior.

The latter has fallen into oblivion, but the superior zeal of John Dod has preserved his memory. He was born at Shottledge in Cheshire, where his family had territorial possessions, and was educated at Jesus College, Cambridge. 'He was," says Fuller, " by nature a witty, by industry a learned, by grace a godly, divine." He had good preferment in the church, but was silenced for nonconformity, though afterwards restored. He died and was buried at Fawesly in Northamptonshire, of which he was vicar, Aug. 19th, 1645.

They were again joined in derision by Cartwright, in his "Chambermaid's Posset."

Next Cleaver and Doddism both mixed and fine,

With five or six scruples of conscience cases.-&c.
Poems, p. 231. 8vo. 1651.

That hee should mount; at last he condiscended
To stopp the gapp; and so the treaty ended.
The sermon pleas'd, and, when we were to dine,
Wee all had preachers wages, thankes and wine.
Our next dayes stage was Lutterworth *, a towne
Not willing to be noted or sett downe

By any traveller; for, when w' had bin

Through at both ends, wee could not finde an inne:

Yet, for the church sake, turne and light wee must, Hoping to see one dramme of Wickliffs dust";

* In Leicestershire.

6 A note in Tanner's Bibliotheca Brit.-Hibernica thus relates the indignity offered to the remains of this parent of the Reformation, after he had been quietly inurned' during the space of forty-one years: "Magister Johannes Wicliff Anglicus per D. Thomam Arundel. archiepiscopum Cantuar. fuit post mortem suam excommunicatus, et postea fuit exhumatus, et ossa ejus combusta, et cineres in aquam juxta Lutterworth projecti fuerunt, ex mandato P. Martini V."

But wee found none: for underneath the pole
Noe more rests of his body then his soule.
Abused martyr! how hast thou bin torne

By two wilde factions! First, the Papists burne
Thy bones for hate; the Puritans, in zeale,
They sell thy marble, and thy brasse they steale.
* mett us there, who had good store

A

parson

Of livings, some say, but of manners more ;

In whose streight chearefull age a man might

see

Well govern'd fortune, bounty wise and free.
He was our guide to Leister, save one mile,
There was his dwelling, where wee stay'd awhile,
And dranke stale beere, I thinke was never new,
Which the dun wench that brought it us did
brew.

* Parson of Heathcot, Edit. 1672. It has been observed in the Introduction that there is no village of this name in this situation: the copy 1648 says Parson Heathcote, which was probably the name of the parson of Ayleston, who was their conductor.

N

And now wee are at Leister, where wee shall
Leape ore six steeples, and one hospitall

Twice told; but those great landmarkes I referr
To Camdens eye, Englands chorographer.

Let mee observe that almesmans heraldrye,
Who being ask❜d, what Henry that should be
That was their founder, duke of Lancaster,
Answer'd Twas John of Gaunt, I'assure you,

sir;

And so confuted all the walles, which sayd
Henry of Grisemond this foundation layd.
The next thing to be noted was our cheere,
Enlarg'd, with seav'ne and sixpence bread and
beere!

But, oh

you wretched tapsters as you are, Who reckon by our number, not your ware, And sett false figures for all companyes, Abusing innocent meales with oathes and lyes; Forbeare your coos'nage to Divines that come, Least they be thought to drinke up all your summe.