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A64604	The Passionate remonstrance made by His Holinesse in the conclave at Rome upon the late proceedings and great covenant of Scotland, &c. : with a reply of Cardinall De Barbarini in the name of the Roman clergy : together with a letter of intelligence from the apostolicke nuntio (now residing in London) to Pope Vrban the 8.	Urban VIII, Pope, 1568-1644.; Rossetti, Carlo, 1615-1681.; Barberini, Antonio, 1607-1681.	1641 (1641)	Wing U130; ESTC R23255	33,662	84

which no Nation ever heard of and if we were to translate we could not finde a word to expresse the same in any Language The strength of our confidence and life of our hopes all those rank insinuations and alluring snares wherewith we had enlived and informed that Book of Service like a Serpent hath got his Head bruised with a bolt shot from that Covenant Nature seemes to debar us of all meanes of help and if the sublimated Inventions of our policies could serve to restore yet fortune likewayes seemes to thunder all and threatens to shiver our Machinations for out of the Gates of Hell doe all the Infernall powers rush like a River whose current cannot be stopt who can stay their course Indeed as the God of Truth in all the Exigencies of the Church doth stir up the spirit of truth to vindicat his purity from the aspersions of the wicked who love Darknes better than Truth so have we found a most gratious and true witnesse amongst themselves for their owne Countreyman in whom all courtly and Catholicall graces doe reigne and throng most eminently hath with a very good successe un brave homme tout a faict miroir qui ne flatte point drawne his victorious and triumphing Pen against them and their Couenant We had sufficient hopes that his Magnifick MANIFESTO should have curbed the Insolencies of these phanatick Covenanters laid open their shame to the World or restored their diseased Judgements But he hath fallen so many Bowes short of his Reforming Intentions that like Oyl throwne into the flame it hath begotten whole Generations of Covenanters who wil impeach the advancement of our Kingdome more then ever Mahomet and his fellow Sergius did obscure Boniface Yet the man hath put forth great strength of wit his Reward doth most duely attend him he must have some round preferment and corpulent Dignity that he may leade a Lordly life Honor est praemium virtutis and raile at ease We must let a Beame fall upon him by which our Highnes useth to keep desert warm and entertain the Life of a Holy Zeale to the great Cause Certainly he must be Exalted a Master-piece of Man This may turn Propheticall composed by Heavens for a great Princes favour Kingdomes Love Exact Envie cannot finde a place to stick a blot on person or fame We do ordaine that never-enough admired-Book the whip and shame of Covenanters for the Glory of his most doctorall indewments and reverence of his loyall pains in our Service be translated in all Tongues and Languages that his renowne may passe from one end of Heaven to the other for truly he hath most valiantly stood in the Gap to hold out this Schisme and Heresie from encroaching and prevailing But the practises of these Demoniaques are without exemple and all Language is too narrow to expresse their virulent aculeat Humour for they have torn these Reverend names of Arch-bishops Prelates and Presbyters which ought to be used with Holy Ceremony They have lybelled arraigned sentenced banished and O I 'm drunk with rage that their Impiety might appeare in its perfect dye to all after-ages they have Excommunicat the Right Reverend Fathers in God Sic erat in satis Now my Episcopall dignity lyes panting at this Wound Here Modesty suffers all that 's Virtuous blushes and Truths self like the Sunne vext with mist looks red with anger Mine honour is cast off as the Olive shakes off her flower It is all swept away at one cast My refined nostrils doe smell a distracted hurry great things are a-working either in Heaven or Hell Here is a State puzzell this execrable Impudency hath given a damnable check to our Apostolicke Designes It hath Damped up the way of our Catholick Stratagems And if our undaunted Power with the helpe of our Sonnes and Executioners the Princes of the Earth doe not obviat the Thunder cracks of this glorious Ostentation and ushering storme of Truths Triumph it will certainly advance with a shrewd Insolency to our own Throne and confound the Glory of our great Name Nay we may make our selves ready for perdition lay by our Purple Roabes let Kings and Emperours returne to their own Sacrilegious Possessions drink in the honour of Martyrdome with open throat They have placed also Propheticall confidence in that their Covenant as David did in his little stone which he sunk in Goliahs braines and do certainly beleeve such is the strength of the spirit of Delusion that it shall prove like Daniels stone hewen out of the Mountaine without hands which filled the Earth with the greatnesse thereof We doe not dissemble but the fame of it hath made the whole members of our Hierarchie tremble and shiver And if the adjacent parts to the affected places be not timely anointed with the Baulme of Gilead which flowes most luxuriously both for our service and pleasure from all the Common-wealths of Europe to our Cabinet as the Center of their Tribute It may fortune to endanger the whole Body of the Church For it is a most usurping poyson mortally searching into all the Veines We doe not esteeme that desperate Church of Scotland We abhorre to waste a thought upon that losse which we value no more than the Carbuncle which Clement the fifth transferring the Seat from Avignon did lose by a fall from his Horse But these our holy Children Paterns of Piety and Sanctitie the hope of our Consolations in these Northerne Ilands the Great Officers of our Church ordained before time to propagate the saving Light to a Land that dwelt in darknesse these loyall and faithfull Ministers of the Truth who have devoted their lives and neglected the World for our service these We do justly bewaile with our Apostolick tears It cuts out hearts that those Holy Patriarches should have received the Crowne of Martyrdome in so dangerous a way for now We do as it were stand over a Vault of Powder where the Match lyes a-kindling below And which is the bane of our grudgings we begin almost to apprehend that the businesse of the Covenant shall prove a Leviathan scandall to lye rolling and troubling the chrystall waters of other Nations devotions to the English especially which was wont to be our Puteus in exhaustus prove as great a stumbling-block as the altars Idols of Rome are to the Jewes conversion Here is the true matter of grief and here lies equally ingaged the life and state of our Church These Tragedies will fill the Adversaries mouths blow the Lutherans cheeks till they crack againe Now the whole liberty of our Church doth suffer Perniciosa consilia plerumque in Authores redundant the Hope of absolute Monarchy begins to be Eclipsed all things move portentuously a strange way For what ever gracious services and worthy the fair reverences of their places these Venerable soules have done yet have they nothing effectuat but wrought out their own death even as

C. di Fionnza ●3m●zifio di Barbarini Antonio di Barbarini Tutto ●ta mal THE PASSIONATE Remonstrance Made by his Holinesse in the Conclave at ROME Upon the late proceedings and great Covenant of Scotland c. With a reply of Cardinall De Barbarini in the name of the Roman Clergy Together with a Letter of Jntelligence from the Apostolicke Nuntio now residing in London to Pope Vrban the 8. Ridentem dicere verum nil vetat Printed at Edingborough 1641. To the Author his well-beloved Friend SPrings nigh their Source into a brook extended Prove Rivers great before their course be ended Flowers which their beauty in the bud have show'n Are found much fairer when they 're fully blow'n The Lions paw a Lions whelpe descries The great Alcides in his Cradle tries The Combat And confounding his Assailour Gives a Heroick Presage of his Valour Thy Spring Bud Paw This Cradle-Master-peece Say thy Ripe Age shall yeeld a Golden fleece Sub Foed Sp. In gratiam Auctoris NVlla Cupressus adest dempta hic de Culmine Pindi est Laurus in Auctoris danda Corona Comam Non opus est Elegis in funere Praesulis ipsa Melpomene querulum nil tacitura sonat Gratior huic Musae mage dia Vrania illi Basia Castalio mista liquore dedit Hinc Velut Alcides Clavo plura horrida monstra Hic Vates calamo nobiliore necat Ma●e fo●● decus Arcto● nam funere ab isto Vita perenna tibi fama perennis erit DURAEUS De Aureo Libello MEllea quàm sit res oratio quámque rotundo Agmine decurrat blando glomerata susurro Quàm veneranda novo nunc verrat syrmate terram Nunc sublimè volans caput inter nubila condat Aspectus fugiens terrena mole gravatos Quàm rapido torrente fluat quàm Suada venusta Quam modulis numerosa suis facundia praeceps Abripiat celeri mentes super astra volatu Audieram dudum priùs at non cognita Pythûs Eximia virtus blandimenta fuêre Ante oculos donec dederat Scintillula flammam Claramque ingentemque simul quae purior illâ Quàm praebere solet Phoebus de vertice coeli Quae simul emicuit concusso vertice coelum Intremuisse putes talesque dedisse sonores Quales Pythagorae finxere orâcla renati Angelica aut credas fudisse choreumata cantum Cantum quale melos mulsit terramque polumque Cùm cecinere Dei pueri praeconia laudes Et cecinere hominis de aeterno patre perennis Sponte suâ in terras qui coelo lapsus ab alto Vt posset miserans coeli reparare ruinas Et nos mortales superas attollere ad arces At nonnulla meam subit admiratio mentem Qui potis Angelicas infernus reddere voces Ni lateant furtim dulci sub melle venena Sed latet gelidum sorbent cum melle venenum Aurea qui Scorti Babylonis pocula sugunt V. A. De Vate Authore Libelli OMnia Samariae regi narravit Elisha Quae Syrus occultâ gesserat in camerâ Scotorum regi hic vates arcana revelat Papanae celat quae penetrate domus Elisham Syrii vatem hunc papana requirant Agmina sed pariles par quoque poena premet Papanis pariter Syriisque scotomate caesis Lucida pro tenebris spicula solis erunt V. A. In gratiam charissimi sui amici PRaesulis Invisi jam infamis fama superbit Authoris Genio splendidiore coli Strata jace● prorsus tam insurgens gloria nulla Gente Caledoniâ nom●nis umbra foret Si non hic vates celebrasset funera Papam Illius Ambrosio dum facit ore loqui Foecundo ingenio certat facundia linguae Nobile materiam sic superavit opus Materies Praesul te indigna est praestat amatae Vraniae Roseis basia ferre genis Aonidum immortale decus tibi serta parantur Laurea temporibus non peritura tuis Inferiae tantae mittent per saecula famam Dum super aethereo volvitur axe Polus Jo. Morus On the same THy deare Vrania fits thy soaring Quill To nothing that 's below the Artick Waine How comes it then that with such pretty skill Thou dost decipher Romes infernall Traine T is that she may from Thee make spring a Rod To whip the Prelates and their Mitred God She 'll spare some time to thy Immortall praise To Ironize upon their damned Plot For thy Refreshment that with purer Layes Thou maist her sound from thy melodious throat How can thy Muse but choose to be divine When sweete Vranias lips in-Nectar thine Io. More To his ever most esteemed friend the Author THis Pope here lim'd is said to flourish faire In his Nurse Idiome and the Latine Tongue But here 's the wonder that a Sprit so young Should blow him North to breathe our Native Aire And personate his speech as here is show'n That he and his Impostors must admire His Raptures and embellisht griefe to heare Powr'd forth in sweeter accents nor his owne It He and all his Consistoriall Traine Had in a Lymbick all their Braines distill'd It would out-reach their skill thus to have fill'd Those sugred Pages with so rare a Straine Of flowred speeches so this Generous Spark Hath made a light to shine throughout the dark Da. Prymrose J. C. To his all-beloved and hopefull friend the Author of this Book THou hills so sweetly with thy darrest words With powerfull lightnings two-edged swords Which thou elances from thy thundring pen That those who challenge over soules of men A tyrannie must humbled all forbeare To reach thy Garlands or attaine thy Spheare All other relishes like aloes be Compar'd with those sweet flowers which here we see Thine high-bred Quill which breathes so gentle fire Drink with Elixar of Castalian Ire Proclaimes the honour of the Graces love But most thy sweet Urania like a Dove Fraught with her purer raptures doth take pleasure To nurse thee with the influence of her treasure Yet here is but a flash What can be said When this Aurore her full beams hath displaid T. C. The Author to Zoilus BUt spare to martyre Ingenuitie Bold sons of Censure Blest be Authoritie I kisse the Scepters shade and stand in aw Rashly to dallie with the Lions Paw 'T is those base Tapers whose Incendiarie breath Stifles the purer Light poysons to death The nursing Raves of sacred Majestie And kills our love sick soules with Jealousie Which I blow at Let Soveraigntie appeare The full delight of every Eye and eare 'T is those usurping spots which doe prophane The Moons sweet face The Persians adored the Sun her comely beautie stain I wish were wyp't away and every Ray Of Royall power kiss't by Persian Ey THE PASSIONATE REmonstrance of the Pope in his Conclave at Rome Upon the disasterous disappointments given to the Roman cause by the late proceedings and great Covenant of SCOTLAND YOU that are the Light of the world the Beauty of Truth Zeal Most holy