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A04873	The popish kingdome, or reigne of Antichrist, written in Latine verse by Thomas Naogeorgus, and englyshed by Barnabe Googe; Regnum papisticum. English	Naogeorg, Thomas, 1511-1563.; Googe, Barnabe, 1540-1594.; Naogeorg, Thomas, 1511-1563. Agriculturae sacrae libri quinque. Book 1-2. English. aut	1570 (1570)	STC 15011; ESTC S109280	147,386	198

no body here doth liue but bloud must néedes be there Nor bloud can any life possesse without the bodie here As if that Christ the maister of the worlde knew not of this But in his owne appoyntment shoulde for lacke of knowledge mis. And are not these same wondrous things and learnings passing great When Christ did neuer will the same nor hereof did intreate To this he patcheth merites to the Priestes deseruing hy And euery one that heares the Masse and euery stander by For nothing in the Papacie without desertes is donne Nor must be wrought sith for a rule it generally doth ronne That all our health dependeth of our workes and our good déedes No place hath fayth nor glorie giuen to Christ From whome procéedes Our happie state and blessed life nor onely to the grace Of God they haue respect that doth of mercy vs imbrace Who causeth Masse or doth it say doth merite wondrously The like doe they that doe it heare and marke attentiuely Who neyther heares nor vnderstandes a word thereof at all But standeth onely in the Church as painted on a wall With merites great rewarded is and all his sinnes thereby Forgiuen quite the hope whereof doth make him looke full hye Yea if the bell to sacring toule and farre from thence thou bée And cannot come but earnestly doe wish the same to sée A merite great you gotten haue thus playne it doth appere The supper serueth for desertes with papistes euery where Their trust is alwayes in the Masse to this they onely flye In euery thing that toucheth them and euery ieoperdye And is not this a goodly crewe they are perswaded still What daye they heare or sée a Masse to haue no kinde of ill Thus comes it here to passe that I did lately say and wright They put not all their trust in Christ but in their proper might And in their owne good workes as in their doings they expresse Being full of incredulitie and all vngodlinesse Masse opens heauen gates and doth deliuer men from hell Masse healeth all diseases and doth sicknesses expell Masse doth relieue the burdned minde and sinnes defaceth quight Masse pleaseth him that guides the skies and giues the heauens bright Masse pluckes the sinfull soules from out the Purgatorie fire Masse comforteth th' afflicted sort and makes them to aspire Masse washeth cleane the mind and makes the guiltie conscience cleere Masse doth obtaine the grace of God and kéepes his fauour heere Masse driueth wicked Deuils hence and ouerthrowes the féendes Masse bringeth Angels good from hie makes them faythfull fréendes Masse doth defende the trauayler from daunger and disease Masse doth preserue the sayling ship amid the raging seas Masse giueth store of corne and graine and helpeth husbandrée Masse blesseth euery such as seekes in welthie state to bée Masse gettes a man a pleasant wife and gettes the mayd hir mate Masse helpes the Captaine in the fielde and furthereth debate Masse also doth asswage the heate that in the heart doth raigne Masse doth defende the pleasant grapes and vineyards doth maintaine Masse helpes the hunter with his horne and makes the dog to runne Masse sendeth store of sport and game into their nettes to come Masse molifieth the angrie mindes and driueth rage away Masse brings the wofull Louers to their long desired day Masse doth destroy the witches works makes their charmings vaine Masse causeth good deliueraunce and helpes the womans paine Masse makes thy prayers to be heard and giueth thy request Masse driues away the gréedie Woolfe that doth the shéepe molest Masse makes the murraine for to ceasse and stocke to thriue apace Masse makes thy iourney prosper well whersoeuer thou turnst thy face Masse ouerthrowes thine enmies force and doth resist his might Masse driues out Robyn good fellow and bugs that walke by night Masse plague and hunger doth expell and ciuill mutenie Masse makes a man with quiet minde and conscience cléere to die Masse vseth many slouthfull knaues and lubbers for to féede Masse brings in dayly gaine as doth the Sowters arte at neede In Masse is all their trust strength all things through Masse are don In all their griefes and miseries to Masse they streightwayes ron Such force hath lewde perswasion here in teaching men awrie That our good workes are onely they that gaine the heauens hie By this so many aultars in the Churches vp did rise By this the number growes so great of Priestes to sacrifice From hence arose such shamefull swarmes of Monkes with great excesse Whom profite of this Masse doth kéepe in slouthfull ydlenesse For this same cause such mightie kings and famous Princes hie Ordayned Masses for their soules and Priestes continuallie With great reuenues yearely left and euerlasting fée An easie way to ioy if it with scriptures might agrée Streight after these the welthie men tooke vp this fansie vaine And built them Chappels euery one and Chaplaynes did retaine At home or in their parishe Church where Masse they dayly soong For sauegarde of their family and of their children yoong Both for their friendes aliue and such as long before did die And in the Purgatorie flames tormented sore doe lie Christ in his Supper giues himselfe to vs assuredly And all his vertuous déedes on vs bestowes and doth apply His merites and his hie desartes with vs he common makes His grace and mercies euery one extended for our sakes We this receyue and nothing giue nor can we giue againe But onely faythfull louing hearts and thankefull for his paine These men by meritorious workes and solemne chaunting chéere With Masses make him recompence and satisfie him heere Thus much the Pope peruerted hath the giftes of God deuine With dreames and fond deuice of man and cursed countermine That no where nowe appeares the hope of sinnes forgiuen quight By Christ and life obtayned here and Sathan put to flight To these two Sacraments that Christ himselfe appoynted héere They adde fiue others that more cause of merits may appéere Which though they neyther tokens bée of Gods assured loue Which they ne can being not confirmde with promise from aboue Yet dare he boldly promise here to such as take them right The grace and fauour of the Lorde and eke the holy spright He doth confirme the children yong without examining Or trayll of their fayth or of their woonted handling He teacheth that the holy ghost may be receyude and had At handes of euery Priest that is as well of good as bad Not putting difference betwixt Christes Legates truly sent And wicked Simon damned for his mischieuous intent With Creame their foreheads doth he mark the people laughing there And those whome thus he marked hath he striketh on the eare Then Godfather or Godmother is readie streight at hande To binde the noynted forehead like a wound with linnen bande Which he enforced is to weare eight dayes continuallie With pleasure great to euery one that kéepes him companie And after taken of againe his forehead washed

the worme nor turnes the whéele so fast For if that Orpheus with his songes Megaeras whip coulde stay And cease the byting of the wormes and hellish paines alay Why shoulde the Pope not doe so much the King of earth and skyes Besides an other kinde of fire to purge he doth deuyse Whereas he raines himselfe alone and showes his force and might From hence he looseth soules and sendes them to the heauens bright With pardons prayers himnes and giftes ne forceth much the same ▪ Although the soules thrée hundred yeares haue burnt in firie flame If at the length some golden showre doe happen for to fall In little space it driues him out and makes an ende of all Whole kinredes loseth he with this and kéepeth from the fyer Whereas his fauour doth extend and wheare he hath his hier Himselfe not Pluto can resist nor all his army blacke Although they striue with clawes to stay or pluck with fleshokes back● His voyce makes all the fiendes afrayde and from the bottom déepe He hoyseth vp the wéeping soules in blessed ioyes to sléepe What King Apostle Prophet else coulde euer doe this feat There neuer was nor is nor shall be any power so great Moreouer any Wight on earth in robes he passeth cléene If any time in maiestie he listeth to be séene With clothes of purple couerde quite which long about him fall With silke and crimson shining bright and cloth of golde withall Beset with precious stones and pearle that costly India beares Such as no Quéene of Egipt would haue dronk or drawne from eares Aboue all this his triple crowne doth shine and glister bright With beautie lyke of stones arayde of straunge and wondrous sight His Crosier then with double crosse all framde of finest golde May here be séene no siluer shew may any man beholde Except some solemne day require I leaue out here among His chiefest pompe his stately traine and garde in armour strong Their order eke and how they stande their cerimonies swéete With bookes bels their iesture straunge with head with hands féete Besides a number of the lyke which heare were long to tell If that his welth his pride and pompe thou hast regarded well And all his fonde condicions lewde thou shalt not finde his mate On all the earth that more doth séeke the ioyes of worldly state The earth is also holy thought wheresoeuer his féete doe stande And euery thing is holy made that commeth néere his hande Wherefore to Church he neuer goeth but borne on shoulders hye Euen as the sacred Arke whereas the Manna hidde doth lye O Lorde that shame cannot compell these men to come away And that they haue no feare of God nor of the latter day This is the shamelesse forheade of that purple Hore vncleane Wherby she sottes and mockes the worlde without all ende or meane Thou askst parhaps what shift he makes these chargis to maintaine Demaunde no more no Prince nor King nor Emprour heare againe Hath so much siluer in his Chest nor store of golden sommes And of a welthie Peter eke I know not whence he commes He hath the whole inheritance that large and brode doth ly With Cities great and fruitfull soyles and portes and hauens by Eke hath he Rome the Quéene and heade of all the worlde before So that a thousande talentes yearely commeth in or more Besides a greater somme he doth throughout the worlde receaue By selling heauen and pardning faultes and graunting powre leaue And by his Annates much he gettes these termes themselues do faine Which wordes I heare am forcde to vse to shew their vsage plaine The pelting Pals besides doe get and gayne him treasures great The Bishops confirmation lyke and welthy Abbots seat What profite comes by Prebenders when as with bribes they play Eche one to winne where who giues most goeth conquerour away Yea certayne monthes he chuseth out and times in euerie yeare Wherin an others due and right to him belongeth cleare What shoulde I euery thing declare he falsely deales in all And vpon euery morsell fatte his crooked Talentes fall And parte he takes in euery place he huntes for money rounde Both heare amongst the lyuing and such as are brought to grounde That so his chestes may still be full and Golde may alwayes flowe Which vpon furious warres he doth and houses fayre bestowe In building Bridges Temples Towres and costly Chappels fayre In placeing of his kinsemen hie in loftie Lordely chayre In ryo● pleasure and disporte and sumptuous banketings That long to worldly Princes here and other heathen Kings Which represents some Perses stoute or Craesus full of pride And not like Christes Apostles true or any christian guide Desirst thou for to knowe his trade and steps in liuing right All full of pompe and glorie it is and foolishe vaine delight Such filthie actes I will not tell as Fame doth true reporte Least that I staine my verse and booke in lewde and filthy sorte But now regarde aduisedly in all that hath béene tolde If any thing Apostlelyke or christianlike doth holde Or néere vnto that doctrine pure that Christ himselfe hath tought Or that may holy counted be or Catholike be thought Nothing against the glorie more of God thou canst declare Nor nothing that more filthie séemes than this if we compare Wherefore at this time many bée that thinke and plainely saye That Antichrist possesseth Rome and doth the Bishop playe Wherefore they from his name doe flye and from his fonde decrées His orders doctrine temples and his solemne mysteries None otherwise than from a Beare or Lion in their way And in the morning blesse themselues least that they happe that day To méete some shauen oyled beast or else some other Grome Belonging to the filthye Court and popishe sea of Rome I maruell therefore why that men shoulde call him by the name Of holyest since no man yet coulde holy prooue the same But rather naught The place can not nor yet his chiefe degrée Nor all his ryches pompe or pride can prooue him good to bée Wherefore good Phaebus here declare by Oracle deuine And eke you learned Muses all this matter here define Wherein this man shoulde here be thought Apostolike to bée Or holiest calde we know no cause nor no desart we sée And doe you smile would you that we should know the collour dim Of phrase contrarie and after that in all things iudge of him Thus of this present kingdome here the goodly head I déeme Thou well perceyust but better shouldst if thou at Rome hadst béene And any time continued there and séene him face to face Then shouldst thou wel haue vewde thy selfe his whole comely grace The other pillors of this kingdome now I will declare That beare a sway aboue the rest and chiefe and greatest are Such as this head createth and doth ioyne with him to guide But full and whole authoritie is vnto them denyde The greatest and

first the almightie father framde the worlde and mortall kinde In perfite state and yéelding fruite such as himselfe assignde Who wholy gaue themselues to him with all their force and might For first of all within their heartes he sowde a knowledge right And gaue them reason to discerne in euery kinde of thing That in the foming seas or ayre or on the earth doth spring Thus when the passing force of his almightie name did shine He plaste in man a dreadfull feare of his estate deuine Which least it caused fearefull flight or stirde vp deadly hate He ioynde a pleasant loue withall of his excelling state Whereby the feare and reurence of his mightie Maiestée With felowship of feruent loue might safely guided bée For with himselfe he framed man both Lorde of earth and seas And after death to liue with him in euerlasting ease Prouiding him to féede vpon the fruite of euery trée And pleasant hearbes that so he might his carefull mercy sée Who would not with his heart estéeme and loue with all his minde A Lorde so good and gracious and of so gentle kinde Yet least that cause of feare should want and fauour bréede disdaine And to much welth inflame his heart and prick his ydle braine He gaue him one commaundement to barre him of his will That is he should not taste the trée of knowing good or ill Except they would their life forgo and lose these giftes of grace Besides all this he planted in the déepest of their minde That vnto other creatures to of nature was assignde That they ne should with hate pursue their kinde nor ouerthrow But with a friendly faythfull heart eche other friendship show And giue aduice what best to doe and mischiefe how to let Such happie séedes in heart of man at first were déepely set By him that all thing here did frame and thus he left this fielde Of owne accorde his pleasant fruites and good encrease to yéelde But streight the Stygyan Prince that late from skies was hedlong throwne For prowd presūptuous mutenie trespas earst vnknowne Both hating God himselfe aboue and all his vertuous déedes Began to frowne and lowre on man and on these pleasant seedes Determining these plantes pluckt vp to sowe contrarie graine And taking on himselfe the shape and cloke of Serpent plaine Our father first he doth perswade to breake the sacred hest That so he might both ra●e and pluck due feare from out his brest And cease the loue and certaine hope of Gods assistance knowne Whereby the ground disordred might with wéedes be ouergrowne Ne faylde he of his purpose here for why the womans hart Consented streight to tast● the 〈◊〉 and gaue hir husband part As ground that long hath lien vntilde is filled e●ery where With humblockes thornes and thistles sharpe and other hurtfull gere So was the minde of man opprest with mischiefes fowle and great And harmefull things deseruing death had there abiding seat The knowledge of th' almightie Lorde with darkenesse was disgraste Our iudgement eke in worldly things with blindnesse great defaste Both feare and reuerence due to God were banished cleane away Loue colde and hope of helpe deuine did vtterly decay In place whereof sprang hate and flight contempt of God beside And nothing that was good or right the will corrupt applide If any good desire by chaunce of vertue mooues the minde The force doth streight begin to faile in slouthfull bodie blinde And sinne prouokes to greater crime not suffering them aright To runne their race but mooues agaynst the Lord both day and night Nor néedefull is it much to mooue for of his proper sway Like Lead he alwayes hedlong falles and runnes the hurtfull way Doest thou not sée how leauing God his honour here we giue To trifles vaine and wretched men that on the earth doe liue If that a king that may to day or else to morrow die Receyue vs into fauour great and giue vs honour hie Or if of glistring golde we haue abundaunce in our handes Or haue our bagges with siluer full to purchase Lordly landes Or Iewels great or precious stones or costly rich aray And friendes in number great about vs dwell and beare the sway Or store of lustie souldiors haue to encounter with the fo O Lord how then we looke aloft how stately then we go And thinke our selues in happie case and blest on euery side How fowly doth our filth appéere to him that all doth guide With most men for their God alone the belly here is thought And euery thing as it commaundes is eyther shund or sought Some place a lo●t on aulters hie the sharpnesse of their wit And some the bodyes force and as a God they worship it But no man laboureth so the will of God for to obay As all men doe for trifles vaine that fade and passe away Of Gods innumerable sort are found by feare and loue And in the meane time he dispisde that reignes and rules aboue What mischiefe can be found but doth from blinded ignorance spring Or what contempt of God to sweare is thought a decent thing With Gods most dreadfull name aboue both men and children play And diffrence none is made betwixt the lawes deuine and lay What God commaundeth to be shund or willeth to be wrought Is to the eares a torment great and dreadfull poyson thought Nor vnto him they seeke for ayde nor confidence they haue But rather séeke to stockes and stones than him that all doth saue No honor to their parents due at any time they pay A hell it is to feele the yoke or maister to obay The minde desires to runne at large and raunge at libertée The bloud doth boyle about the hearts of such as harmed bée And slaughters great attempted are and deadly battayles fought And at the wagging of a straw good lawes are set at nought Beside both vile and beastly loue in euerie place doth raigne That none can kéepe the holy rytes of sacred bed from staine The Harlots eke among themselues their bodyes doe defile Who can declare the shamefull theft and wayes for to beguile That commonly with youth doth spring deceyt doth most delight And swéete it séemes an others goodes to get against all right And looke what wants in doing wrong with force and wretched will Is recompenst with rayling mouth and spitefull language ill The téeth togither gnash and poyson fowle abroade do spit As well agaynst the vnworthie as such as deserued it Discention sowne and lyes abrode in eurye place do raigne And filthie talke and wordes vncleane are vsde of wretches vaine The simple man deceyued still with wordes that fayned bée And from the heart the flattring tongue doth alwayes disagrée As raging seas with boystrous windes do swell aloft and rore And driue the mountaynes of their waues against the rocken shore Euen so the wretched fiend of man both euery day and night Spewes out his filth and ioyes to offende the soueraigne Lord of light