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A14618	Further obseruations of the English Spanish pilgrime, concerning Spaine being a second part of his former booke, and containing these particulars: the description of a famous monastery, or house of the King of Spaines, called the Escuriall, not the like in the Christian world: a briefe relation of certaine dæmonicall stratagems of the Spanish Inquisition exercised on diuers English men of note of late times, and now liuing in England. A relation of the founding of a military order in Rome, to wit, of the immaculate Conception of our Lady, the blessed Virgin. Composed by Iames Wadsworth, Gentleman, lately conuerted into his true mothers bosome, the Church of England, and heretofore pentioner to the King of Spaine.	Wadsworth, James, 1604-1656?; Wadsworth, James, 1604-1656? English Spanish pilgrime. aut	1630 (1630)	STC 24928; ESTC S119406	21,866	56

They were the cause that others did thee sell. Such Locusts our Land to eate vp still striue May our Kings Northwinde to Romes sea them driue For I dare boldly say t is Englands doome That they should liue with vs who sweare for Roome We haue their heads but Serpentine to bite Rome has their hearts and their allegeance quite A Climactericke yeere hang'd one of late Who sware for Pope against our King and State His dissect parts might teach them to espie Those parts that liu'd against should by vs die He many from receiued Truth seduc'd Who to frequent our Church affore time vs'd T' was iust then to hang the body of him Who t' hang mens soules great merit would it deeme Now may his holinesse him canonize As good as Becket for Treasons and lies He with his associates often went To a wench which was to confession bent T' was knowne she was a whore then well she might Make her confession to a Iesuite They kept their Rule and might then shew their skill Liue chaste thou canst not keep a close whore stil. Such hellish firebrands Papists did incense Against one who liued the Truths defence Whose pretious life because they could not waste The dumbe cattell their cruelty must taste And sith they could not take off that one heade These tales must all off where a man might reade Their rubrick cruelty on th't earth and heare Those dumbe beasts bespeake vengeance in Gods eare I sp●ake all this for to congratulate Thy ransom'd glory and most happy fate G●●s ●oote alone scaped out of their snare Thy body also and thy soule most rare Which soaring vp toward God is fixt aboue Nor Pope nor Spainiard can it moue Vlisses valour thou dost farre excell The towring Son of Thetis fame dost quell They had their Homers to relate their fame Thou need'st them not thy workes can write thy name Iliads of euill could them outweare Braue Spirit a world of euills thou didst beare Nor beare alone but breake them through and showes The Trophees of thy glory from thy foes To be a true Conuert thou art spoken English Spanish Pilgrime is thy token T. H. A. B. C. C. C. To his friend M. Iames Wadsworth concerning his booke GOe stately forward in thy Spanish pace And boldly stampe defiance in the face Of Romes proud Harlot let her know she must Lie prostrate now to scorne not to her lust She that can make faire statues speake may looke On her owne image speaking in thy Booke Reproach vnto her selfe that all may see Her vices and her sinnes Anatomy T is happy the beguiled Fathers sonne So wisely should delude delusion And in such mists of error should descry And tract the footesteps of an Heresie Which leauing now at length perchance it shall Be found a Comet and presage a fall To Romes vpholders whose chiefe strength doth lie In iugling and in false Diuinitie But though they stand thy Booke I take no lesse Than writings to intaile thee happinesse I. N. C. C. C. To his experienced good friend Mr. Iames Wadsworth vpon his Booke THy Booke 's a Pilgrime and 't had need be so If 't meanes to owne thee for its Master who From Parents Countrey and Religion too Nere stucke to fly thy Natiue faith to shew But 't may be styl'd a Diamond whose rays Affords vs light to view Romes mask't assays Nor that vnworthyly for't cost a prize Nere purchast by the coine but miseries The Gallies and the Inquisition Of which thou hast of which thou mighst made one Are now become thy storys Maist thou liue Till mercy of the times occasion giue For our oppugnd religion to fight With some Immaculate-new-ordered Knight But though thou dy'st yet these shall euer liue And proue thy fames most true preseruatiue And in despight of enuy shall become So many mottoes grau'd vpon thy Tombe R. G. C. C. C. To his good Friend the Author SPaine prisoner tooke thy soule thy body France This liu'd in Dungeon that in Ignorance But England soule and body would haue free Scorning contention and foule heresie Spaine was thy Hell and France thy Purgatorie England's thy Heauen on earth aboue 's thy Glorie Thou sinnes Anatomist canst by thy fate With skill the scarlet whore euiscerate Her subtile discipline her sorcerie Her baits of honor thou dost here discrie Thus hauing made her whoredome to appeare To boast of honesty she well may feare G. B. To his friend Mr. Wadsworth the Pilgrime FOrward braue Pilgrime let thy trauelling braine Giue birth to more Mineruaes though to Spaine Imposture pawn'd thy Parents yet is that state Checkt by discouery of thy reaching pate The speaking Crosse did steale thy Fathers heart Thou speaking Crosse to his designes dost thwart Delusions credit and impostures guile Beguilts its posture painting in thy stile Did Callis dungeon thee obscurely keepe We know that truth oft times lyes in the deepe Did the darke dungeon thee bestride with night Romes proiects and thy clearenesse came to light Darknesse displai'd and night being thrust away Thou clear'd we must confesse th' hast wonne the day Mans life 's a Pilgrimage cease not to trauell From shore to Sea from Sea to sand to grauell Th' antagonists of truth we know by common-sence Trauels the high way to experience E. R. Mag. Coll. Cant. To the modest and courteous Gentleman the Author of the English Spanish Trauailer COuld my weake iudgement vpon trust be tooke Or could I adde a lustre to thy booke Beyond its natiue glory I would then Striue to exceed my selfe and my owne penne But nothing can be added to your worth Onely my wonderment to set it forth And silence name best showes that least what I write Should like your glorious fame seeme infinite To my worthy friend Mr. Iames Wadsworth ALthough you haue discouered nobly well The Iesuites and sonnes of Machiauell Yet on this Booke which doth their Arts descry They practise yet a greater Policie For Sir I dare not thinke but that you know Who are the Merchants that engrost it so Spies for S. Omers and the Doway Crew And such as feare what good thy booke may doe Intelligencers Mumblers of the Masse Disguis'd and skin'd in Sattin as the Asse Was in the Lyons hide but their long eares Hang out too farre Yet where their craft appeares Or where they are discouer'd openly Such bookes as those by the whole sale they buy And hide them from our view And this was one Of many reasons caus'd th' impression To be renewd That he his booke repaires Comes not from his ambition but theirs A. B. of C. C. C. GEntle Reader I intreate thee before thou reade ouer this Booke to mend with thy Pen these few faults that alter the sense being committed in the Authors absence Pag. 1. lin 1. for Segoria r. Segovia p. 18. l. 5. r. Cheney Roe p. 20. l. 22. r. he p. 23. l. 20. r. Venetia p. 24. l. 9.

FVRTHER OBSERVATIONS OF THE ENGLISH SPANISH PILGRIME CONCERNING SPAINE Being a second part of his former Booke and containing these particulars The description of a famous Monastery or House of the King of Spaines called the Escuriall not the like in the Christian World A briefe relation of certaine Daemonicall stratagems of the Spanish Inquisition exercised on diuers English men of note of late times and now liuing in England A relation of the founding of a Military Order in Rome to wit of the immaculate Conception of our Lady the blessed Virgin Composed by Iames Wadsworth Gentleman lately conuerted into his true Mothers bosome the Church of England and heretofore Pentioner to the King of Spaine LONDON Imprinted by Felix Kyngston for Nathaniel Butter and are to be sold at his shop at S. Austens gate at the signe of the pide Bull. 1630. TO THE TRVLY NOBLE AND HIGHLY HONOVRABLE HENRY Earle of Holland Lord Kensington High Constable of the Castle of Windsor Captaine of his Maiesties Guard Knight of the Noble Order of the Garter one of his Maiesties most honorable Priuy Councell and Chancellour of the Vniuersity of Cambridge The Right Honourable Robert Earle of Warwick The truly Noble the Lord Mountioy Earle of Newport three most happy Brethren Iames Wadsworth wisheth daily increase of Honour and eternall felicity And to the Right Honourable Earle of Barkesheire and the truly Noble Lord Barclay and the Religious and Vertuous Knight Sir Henry Pherres and their religious Ladies WHen your Lordship was in Spaine in personall attendance on his Maiestie where you drew all eyes after you as you did all wishes heere When it could neuer bee more truely said Angli Angelis similes then were many of these things acted many occasions offered me of returning to my true Religion and natiue Countrie I should haue thought my selfe much happie to haue sailed by the same VVinde with your Honours ship but fortune would not breathe her assisting assent vpon me Their cunning suspicions and obseruations of mee crost my designes as my first Booke may happly reueale which I humbly petition to your Honour to accept So I humbly take my leaue kissing your Lordships hands euen those which haue raysed mee vp to the preferment of this Title to bee Your Honours most humble seruant in all bounden respectiue seruice to be commanded Iames Wadsworth To his friend Mr. Iames Wadsworth and his Booke GOe happy off-spring of a pregnant braine Sins Commetary a perspectiue for Spaine Through which her maskt delusions apeare Naked as if they had bin practis'd here If any Iesuite damne the Authors quill That writes 'gainst her from whome hee learnt his skill Or wonder how that Citie odious proues Which bred him and his Fathers memory loues Know this that Asa was not plagu'd cause he Depriu'd his mother for idolatrie Good Parents patterns are if bad forbeare To imitate and make their faults thy feare Should I relate the dangers he endur'd After his soule a libertie procur'd I should but wrong his Booke by making those Which reade such horrid lines afraid of 's prose When th' I le of Ree and Martins lucklesse Fort Our trouble and their triumphs did report Him Callis dungeon kept as if his fate Should pay the rash inuasion of a State Yet not their catchpole Popery nor all Their Macheuils could worke his funerall That hand which first conuerted him hath brought Him safe and their discouered atheisme wrought T. M. of C. C. Of his friend M. Iames Wadsworth and his Booke MAn 's borne to Griefe without their mothers groane None are brought forth none liue without their owne We need no proofs but stand amazd to see In one mans sorrowes short Epitome Well his vnhappy trauailes witnesse may That true Religion hath a thorny way He was on Sea by the windes billowes shaken By theeues was rob'd and by the Pyrate taken He was endungeond by the Iesuite That hopt with him to keepe his faults from light But he was now freed the Papists naked showes Well fitted to receiue the scourges blowes They with their disciplines haue rac'd his skinne And he 's become the Trumpet of their sinne Yet wrongs not charity since 't is his care To shame the bad and bid the good beware Now may he sleepe not fearing Thunders noise And make post miseries sweeten future ioyes I. G. Mr. M. V. to the Author SVppose thee a new Traueller againe Lanching into the dangers of the maine What would thy lot of entertainemen be Once more the French his Wine would offer thee A Rope for Cables somewhat for a Maste With other tacklings and to make more haste Thy ship should with the Aire of cursings goe And this the swelling Spaniard should blow The Iesuite should for a Present bring A Knife with which he lately kill'd a King Or if perhaps it were some meaner sport An Earle the Iesuite would praise him for 't But to apply all this my friend you see What entertaine the world would tender thee Yet thou hast learn't that 't is a noble Fate To gaine thy Countries loue through all their hate M. V. of C. C. C. I. D. to the Author of this Booke THat we thy vertues may the better prize Thy name thy deeds doe anagrammatize To wade euen through the Romane sea to bee Amongst the rockes and shelues of papistrie To lie i' th bosome yet not to adore The image of the Antichristian whore Is of such worth that none would thinke the same Were not thy deeds as worthy as thy name I. D. Col. G. C. To his Friend the Author I That once fear'd the Circe's cup of Rhemes But now doe drinke Thalia's clearest streames Vieuing thy Shipwrack't danger thou hast past To Neptune a votiue Table owe to cast Where an Apelles Art may seeme the more If that it paint the Babalonish whore Whose coate became thy cloake for each deceite That so the whore might haue her Pander straite Her Rags thy Veluets were her triple Crowne Thy Beauer Princes with a pinching frowne T' out baffle or from their Kingdomes depose If by them the Catholike cause did lose Her Siren tones would make thee soone awake If not a clap of Thunder would thee shake The Holy Crosse to beare was no labour And crosse thy selfe to crosse thy Sauiour Such was thy hungry zeale the old Saints bones T' adore thou made no bones of 't carued stones Would turne thy bead-deuotion into gold Which to a made-god wise man like thou tould Thou knew neuer cake could make its baker Yet often the Priests saw cake their maker Which did vnseale thy eyes cleerely to see All their Religion was but trumperie They had told thee of a Purgatory In Spaine thou found'st it thy Book 's the Story Saint Omers was thy limbus Puerorum Callis Dungeon thy limbus Patrum If one should aske where Hell on earth should be Thou think'st in Spaine or Roome he may it see What Iesuites are I know thou know'st full well