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The Iesuits miracles, or new popish vvonders Containing the straw, the crowne, and the vvondrous child, with the confutation of them and their follies.
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Pricket, Robert.
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1607
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STC 20340; ESTC S115238
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Contenting best princely ambitious eares They know the grounds of secret pollicie And kings to Monarches their perswasion reares They vow they will this high pitcht note they sing To Romes allegiance kings and kingdomes bring The Priest doth scorne the Iesuits brauing course And flouting thus do in derision say Their counsell doth to late repentance force But Priests do bring more soules to hell then they The Pope to serue is their contention Dangers alike craue like preuention The law is iust that to deaths iudgement thowes Those that would turne subiects against their king By popish priests the fruit of treason growes They vnto vs do greatest danger bring Those that by them to Rome are reconcild Proue like themselues in heart their thoughts as vild Let iustice then law iustly execute And by the root plucke vp Romes trayterous plants Let subiects know obedience is the fruit That their submission to their Soueraigne grants Those not allowing their kings supremacie Giue them no strength no wealth no libertie Who dares not sweare allegiance to his king But vowes himselfe vnto the Popes behest Will at the Popes command do any thing And such a one hides treason in his brest Let not their countrey vnto them do good Who Popes to please will sucke their countries bloud Abhominations desolation May crosse our hopes although so well begone By granting forth a Popish dispensation By meanes whereof may mischiefe still be done But such whose oath no strength of truth can giue Soone may they dye or else exiled liue Blacke treason then will flie from Brittains coast When traytors haue no shrouding place allowed Romes Priest or Iesuit hauing lost their hoast Will come no more to worke their mischiefes vowd From Tiber if to swim to vs they striue At Tyborne then shall all such saints ariue Then should our peace bring forth of peace the fruits When Christ his spouse should in her glorie shine Not being maskt in Antichristian sutes But like her selfe cloathed in her robes diuine This is the worke which should to passe be brought And this to crosse are strange preuentions wrought Those amongst vs that Romes religion loue And yet do hate the euils that Pope allow Let all their actions to their king approue That vnto him they faith obedience vow If to their king and countrey faithfull then Though Papists yet report them honest men Those of that sort will not our good preuent Their countries spoyle they 'le not indure to worke Those traytors that from Rome are hither sent Shall not consealed in their houses lurke They chiefly will such vpright course affect As best may cleere them from foule euils suspect And such as those be they with fauour vs'd If ioynd with vs in Secraments and prayer Without iust cause be not their loues refus'd Nor let vs of their faith or loue despaire They may at lest see in truths christall myror How to wipe out the staines of popish error But such as are peruersly obstinate Or bow or breake by lawes commanding power Those that to Rome themselues do subiugate They onely are Romes constant friends not ours Such in their hearts are to vild mischiefes bent Wisedome and iudgement must their hopes preuent Some insolent and most presumptuous proud Will dare to speake and boast of future hope There shall say they a strength remoue the cloud That hides worlds glorie from worlds holiest Pope Still their deuice remoues from plot to plot That one may hold though many prosper not A circuit large their compast hope doth reach Wishing to raise a king aboue their owne The Pope and Iesuits grounded precepts teach How best may grow to seed that Rome hath sowne Romes plots deuices and inuentions all Striue most to make great Brittans Monarch fall Lay hold on time whilst time is friend to thee Ioyne where is ioy'nd a strength truth to desend Let ou'r thy friends thy foes no conquerors be Breake not thy bow ere thou begin to bend When open danger in secret working stayes Make strong begin much dangerous are delayes The curious sturre that selfe conceited wits Do wrangling make for cerimoniall rightes Iustice must cure all those Ague fits Against our peace their vaine contention fights The Puritan though rising like a bable Yet doth his error cause dissentions trouble Our royall King at first the Church suruayd To truths Religion hauing chiefe respect On holy writ he faiths foundation layd Vnfaithfull those that to obey neglect Oh let not such as should obedience preach By vaine contending vaine contentions teach Vnitie we then in vnions concord peace Where God and nature haue one nation made By wisedomes law let all dissention cease Discords blacke cloud spreads a prodigious shade Vnited loue doth discords strength repell And sauft best doth in loues vnion dwell The head and members nature doth compact That all as one do worke for others good No ones best ioy doth others harme inact Nor is the heads great ruling power withstood Nature expels what gainst her health contendeth What she defends her certaine good defendeth Oh may the good of Brittans publicke weale Be in a blessed peacefull vnion wrought That done time would her happiest worke reueale Which should be to a blest conclusion brought Brittane is safe of world and hell though spited When in one heart her nations are vnited Great Brittan then with ioyes contentment smile In thee a puissant potent power doth liue From Rome Romes Pope and Papall sea exile Vnto earths whore her vowed distruction giue Performe that worke to which by God thou' rt cald And then thy state is on a rocke instald With faithfull hearts and constant loyall hands Let 's ioyne in truth our God and king to serue Freeing our selues from Sathans Popish bands Which do from faith and truths obedience swarue So shall we ioy with conquering triumph still As Gods true saints on Syons glorious hill FINIS
a wolfe cloath'd like an humble lambe As Christ his Vickar claimes his greatest power That Dragon Pope of sinne the markt out man Doth harbor Wolues but harmelesse lambes deuoure Proud Romes bloud thirstie big swolne throat bepaints Popes scarlet robes with bloud of heauens deare saints Proudly the Pope doth so himselfe preferre As that he must on earth earths God be held In cause of faith who dares say Popes do erre Gods owne deere to their decrees must yeeld Yet from the Pope like blasting lightnings flie Foule errors lies and faithlesse heresie From Peter doth such Godlesse race proceed No sure such Iudas like succession From hell both flow hels diuell daily feed Such poysned viprous vild transgression What vildnesse then dares boldly to expresse That Rome's the sea of sacred holinesse Those notes those signes those markes and all those names With Antichrist must on his forehead beare Shine in the Pope with patent burning flames He wants no badge the monstrous beast should beare That Wolfish Fox chast from his falshoods burrow His selfe dispaire himselfe to death shall worrow Arme Arme for God doth wrathfull warre proclaime The beaste must dowme his high growne sinne is ripe From euill to worse he swiftly flies amaine And bendes his force saluation out to wipe He would raise vp a mightie Monarch such As should his sea with strength and wealth inrich He and his Campions now they mustering are By oathes by force by Treason fraud and bloud He layes his plots how best to mannage warre The diuill for him hath vp in councell stood The Pope resolu'd all thinges doth readie make His thundring curse shall seeme the world to shake His purpose doth but his owne fall resemble For such a curse will shortly fall on him As all the world thereat amaz'd shall tremble Blood thirstie throates in pooles of blood swim Fire finall and fire infinite Are both prepar'd in wrath proud Rome to smite Romes Gog and Turkish Magog both they rose At once the Pope and helhowne Mawhumet On earth grew great but greater are their woes The Pope as god thrond in his church doth set That Antichrist to ruine first must fall And then the worlds great Magog perish shall How runs ths time all whist and quiet thought Gods word Heauens signes worlds sinne hels rage times rot Strange reuolutions to threatning Periods brought Of some great worke all these thinges speake they not A Plage and plagues do with continuance runne For somthing is but not what should be done Then turne to God and aske the question why Finde out of sinne which doth him most displease False bloudie house in blouds reuenge must dye Gods will performd then is his wrath apeasd The house of bloud which wold gods church confound So race as it may feel distructions wound The scarlet horse on which the beast doth ride Was by the beast wounded and heald againe But yet the beast his scarre could neuer hide Nor shunne the wound himselfe did deadly maine Both horse and beast beasts both are both so wounded As both must be by force thereof confounded That arme whose blow did make Romes beast to reele Grew first from thence from whence a power doth grow Whose strength hath felt but ten times more shall feele Euen to his last most fatall ouerthrow And now Romes pride which doth of wonders vant With wonder thus may we with wonders dant How wonderously did God from death defend A Princes when to certaine death expos'd Through Iron gates heauen safties arme did send And heauens belou'd from danger safe inclos'd Heauens saint was saued that she heauens saints might saue Heauen vnto her a crowne and Scepter gaue How was her life and glorie of her state By wonder kept from Popish treasons rage How bloudy was Romes proud intestiue hate When but her bloud could traytors spite aswage When wonders were the plots of Romes pretence Miraculus was then her liues defence Three and thirtie yeares by treason Rome conspir'd Her subiects were by oath false traytors sworne Time place and meanes when fit as hell desier'd Diuels in that instant from their hopes were torne And heauens Eliza was by wonder seene From treason kept to liue worlds peerelesse Queene When Rome in rage a hostill power did raise By force of sword her kingdomes to inuade Then to the glorie of her endlesse praise Eliza was a glorious conqueror made In spite of all Romes bloudie plots obserued By miracle she was a Queene preserued Her great successor by most lawfull right With how great wonder liued he Scotlands King When priuat treason and rebellions might Against his life a Popish strength did bring By miracle God kept his Maiestie And gaue to him great Brittans Monarchie And being once in regald Throne instald What strange deuice had Roman traytors got The diuell from hell their hellish practise cald To be an agent in that damned plot By miracle it rightly may be sayd Was brought to light such treason closely layd These miracles their truth doth farre surpasse Those idle tales that papists cast at vs Their lies their child their straw their lying grasse Are all extinct by truth miraculus And thence shall rise where truth confirmes heauens wonder A strength to breake all falshoods frame in sunder Though God be powerfull in his safeties arme Yet hath and must externall meanes be vs'd We must not thinke we can be kept from harme If carefull counsell be carelesly refus'd The grace which God doth graciously bestow Should teach vs how his pleasures will to know Then to preuent the craft of Romes proud Pope And safe to make succeeding happie times Strike roundly vp the heeles of Popish hope Race downe those wals by which foule treason climes The Popish Priest is like the Iesuit naught Rome hath to both vild treasons lesson taught Those Priests would worke like labourers in a mine Vnseene and Iesuits they should beare the name To be state traytors the wounds of bleeding time But Priests poore soules worke no such deedes of shame And yet the Seminarie or Priest secular Are as the Iesuits traytors regular One selfe same rule doth both their workes direct And to like purpose their restlesse labors striue For Romes auaile they treasons must protect And gainst their king each trayterous plot contriue For when they breake diuine and humane lawes Then their religion doth defend their cause Their oylie tongues haue power to perswade And from the king his subiects hearts to steale By them indeed are secret traytors made Whose outward shew can their close thoughts conseale Their 's strength to much in one vild Priest or two Amongst vs here as Iesuits harme to do The Priest doth scorne an vpstart Iesuit should By begging creepe into more princely grace Then they or any shauen pare order could That are descended from more ancient race This is the prize their warre doth most assaile Which of them best can worke for Romes auaile But in that strife aloft the Iesuit flies