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A58966 A second consultation between the Pope and the Turk, concerning the propagation of the Catholick faith. 1679 (1679) Wing S2268; ESTC R222750 1,534 1

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A SECOND CONSULTATION BETWEEN THE POPE and the TURK Concerning the Propagation of the Catbolick Faith POPE HAil mighty Monarch by whose aid I hope I shall subdue And for the future make afraid The whole Heretical Crew You will both wise and grateful prove While you with me combine Who always have shew'd you my love And now your good design TVRK What mean these ambiguities With which to me you come Is th' Oracle of doubtful lies From Delphos gone to Rome Your kindness I ne're uaderstood Whatever you pretend To him to whom you ne'er did good How can you be a friend POPE Ungrateful man do you forget 〈…〉 yet Your scepter doth obey I did the Greeks to Florence call And kept them there with me And you were Master made of all Before we could agree TVRK This manifests your wickedness And makes your Cause yet worse I see no reason you to Bless Though Greece hath cause to Curse You prove your Treachery indeed But not your love to me You 'd ne're have helpt me in my need If they 'd submitted t' ee POPE I think I stood your Friend good Sir When James did aspire I both did keep him Prisoner And poison'd him for hire Then against France 't was I did send For your victorious Arms With promise that I would desend Your Kingdoms from all harms TVRK Two hundred thousand Florens when You did my Brother's work You had The Benefactor then Was not the Pope but Turk 'T is true me once you did invite Your int'rest to advance Not cause you lov'd me but for spite Against the King of France POPE Though still Ingratitude you pay For kindnesses good store If you 'l be rul'd I 'le on you lay One obligation more I 'le raise your Empire yet so high That you shall straitway yield That I pull down and onely I Do Monarchies rebuild TVRK For all your talk I still do fear That while you make a pother And with one hand pretend to rear You pull down with the other But what is 't now that I must do Are really my Friend POPE Why first I 'le give you all those lands That ' gainst me do rebel Go take them strait into your hands I 've curst their Kings to Hell I freely to the King of Spain The British Islands gave He wanted strength those Isles to gain Which I am sure you have TVRK You 're generous Sir and at one word Great Territories grant Which if men gain not by the Sword They must for ever want So while you Saintship give to some And frankly Heaven bestow I doubt wh●●●re's decreed at Rome Their portion is below POPE Whether Heav'n and Hell are in my gift I do not greatly care Let learned men those Question sift sure earthly Kingdoms are I can from antient deeds declare What pow'r belongs to me The greatest Kings are what they are By my Authority TVRK I 've often heard what Tricks you use To help you in your needs Sometimes you do the VVorld abuse With forged Books and Deeds Sometimes you Kingdoms give away As now you do to me Hoping that thus obliged they Your Vassals still will be POPE If I your Benefactor be I hope ydu won't think much When I 've rais'd you to high degree To honour me as such If Vniversal Monarchy You do receive from me The Vniversal Pastor I May be allow'd to be TVRK I understand your kindness now If unto you I 'le cringe and bow And after your Pipe dance Then you 'l unto me be so kind That you will crack your brain Some place i' th Alcoran to find That shall your Pride maintain This honour more you 'l on me heap Whenever I you meet That on my knees I strait must creep To kiss your Worships feet When ere your Pride I do oppose You 'l curse me strait to Hell My Subjects too shall ne're want those Shall stir them to Rebel You still unto me plagues will send As you have done to others From Priests I must my self defend Worse than aspiring Brothers Where you fet foot no Prince is free But strait must be your slave Good Sir pray cease treat with me I other business have FINIS LICENSED Jan. 16. 1678 9. LONDON Printed for N. M. in the year 167●