Mystical bedlam, or the world of mad-men. By ThoMystical bedlam, or the vvorld of mad-men. By Tho

Mad in themselves: for who but mad-men would forsake the fountain of living waters, ¹the word of truth, and pin their faith and salvation on the Popes sleeve? a Prelate, ²a Pilate, that mingles their own blood with their ⟨p. 70⟩sacrifices. Think how that enchanting cup of fornications prevails over their besotted souls; and you will say they are not less then mad. Come you into their Temples, and behold their Pageants, and histrionical gestures, bowings, mowings, windings, and turnings; together with their service in an unknown language, and (like a deaf man, that sees men dancing, when he hears no music) you would judge them mad. Behold the mass-Priest with his baked god, towzing tossing, and dandling it, to and fro, upward and downward, forward and backward, till at last, the jest turning into earnest, he chops it into his mouth at one bit; whiles all stand gaping with admiration; Spectatum admissi, risum tencatis amici? would you not think them ridiculously mad? But no wonder if they run mad; that have drunk that poison. Many volumes have been spent in the discovery of their madness; I do but touch it, lest I seem to write Iliads after our learned Homers.

Madde in themselues: for who but mad-men would forsake the fountaine of liuing waters, ¹the word of truth, and pinne their faith and saluation on the Popes sleeue? a Prelate, ²a Pilate, that mingles their owne bloud with their ⟨p. 70⟩sacrifices. Thinke how that inchanting cup of fornications preuailes ouer their besotted soules; and you will say they are not lesse then madde. Come you into their Temples, and behold their Pageants, and histrionicall gestures, bowings, mowings, windings, and turnings; together with their seruice in an vnknowne language, and (like a deafe man, that sees men dancing, when hee heares no musicke) you would iudge them madde. Behold the masse-Priest with his baked god, towzing tossing, and dandling it, to and fro, vpward and downward, forward and backward, till at last, the iest turning into earnest, he choppes it into his mouth at one bitte; whiles all stand gaping with admiration; Spectatum admissi, risum tencatis amici? would you not thinke them ridiculously madde? But no wonder if they runne madde; that haue drunke that poyson. Many volumes haue beene spent in the discouery of their madnesse; I doe but touch it, lest I seeme to write Iliads after our learned Homers.