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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Distracted Puritan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I mad, O noble Festus,<br>When zeal and godly knowledge<br>Have put me in hope<br>To deal with the Pope <br>As well as the best in the college?<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the house of pure Emanuel<br>I had my education,<br>Where my friends surmise<br>I dazel'd my eyes<br>With the sight of revelation.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hound me like a bedlam,<br>They lash'd my four poor quarters.<br>Whilst this I endure,<br>Faith makes me sure<br>To be one of Foxes martyrs.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These injuries I suffer<br>Through antichrist's perswasion.<br>Take off this chain!<br>Neither Rome nor Spain<br>Can resist my strong invasion.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the beast's ten horns (God bless us!)<br>I have knock'd off three already;<br>If they let me alone<br>I'll leave him none;<br>But they say I am too heady.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I sack'd the seven-hill'd city<br>I met the great red dragon;<br>I kept him aloof<br>With the armour of proof,<br>Though here I have never a rag on.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a fiery sword and target,<br>There fought I with this monster;<br>But the sons of pride<br>My zeal deride,<br>And all my deeds misconster.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I un-hors'd the Whore of Babel<br>With the lance of Inspiration;<br>I made her stink, <br>And spill the drink,<br>In her cup of abomination.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen two in a vision<br>With a flying book between them.<br>I have been in despair<br>Five times in a year,<br>And been cur'd by reading Greenham.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I observ'd in Perkins' tables<br>The black line of damnation;<br>Those crooked veins<br>So stuck in my brains,<br>That I fear'd my reprobation.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the holy tongue of Canaan<br>I plac'd my chiefest pleasure,<br>Till I prick'd my foot<br>With an Hebrew root <br>That I bled beyond all measure.<br>Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I appear'd before the Archbishop<br>And all the high Commission;<br>I gave him no grace,<br>But told him to his face<br>That he favour'd superstition.<br>Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice<br>Mitres, copes, and rochets!<br>Come hear me pray nine times a day,<br>And fill your heads with crotchets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Corbet">Richard Corbet</a><div class=q>
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When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope 
As well as the best in the college?
Boldly I preach, I hate a cross, hate a surplice,
Mitres, copes, and rochets!
Come hear me pray nine times a day..."></div>
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