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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05176	The anatomie of the Romane clergie: or, a discoverie of the abuses thereof. Written in Latine by sundrie authors of their owne profession. And translated into English verse by G.L.	Capilupi, Lelio, 1497?-1560? aut; Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374. Epistola]. aut; Lauder, George, b. ca. 1600.	1623 (1623)	STC 15311; ESTC S102883	15,344	40

report hath bene you told Of Babylon that Towre of pride Where the Caldeans did abide Or of the vncouth Labyrinthes foure Possessed by the Minotaure Or of Auernus filthie floud Or of the Lake where Sodome stood Compar'd with this they are but fables Reported by some fooles at tables Here is blaspheming Nimrod seene Here is Semyramis the Queene Here Minos sits as Iudge most fell And Radamantus scourge of hell Foule Cerberus the gate doth keepe Pasiphae with the Bull must sleepe Whereof proceeds a monstrous race Where Minotaurus keepes the place So to be short in former time What Poets haue set forth in ryme Of monsters which before came out In it are seene to go about Thy vertue brought thee to renowne Most happie thou that left'st the Towne If you suppose the Citie be In the same forme you did it see You are deceiu'd much in that case Although it stands in that same place Of old it did abound with euils But now it is a den of diuels A sinke of sinne a gulfe of paine For those that still in it remaine Ceasse to admire when as I call This Babylon the chiefe of all Where can that Tower be placed best But in the quarters of the West Inhabited as we now see By people full of villanie Beleeue me well here in it dwels A Tyrant who in pride excels More cruell then Cambyses King Or the great Turke whose wrath doth ring Here are strange labrinthes in great store Mens soules in darknesse to deflore Here Venus with her wanton toyes Is honour'd with base bauds and boyes Adultrie whoredome and incest Is honour'd here among the best And counted but for sports and playes Euen with our Prelats of these dayes The wife is rauish'd from her spouse And to the Papall seate she bowes The poore good man must leaue the Towne Such ordinances are set downe And when her bellie riseth hie By Cardinals who with her lye The husband must not dare complaine But take his wife with child againe All vertue is trod vnder foote And out of doores all truth is shut Where one mans fauour is so sought And with such flatterie dearely bought Where bad men are esteemed best And the poore iust man sore opprest The God of heauen is chac't away And gold and siluer beare the sway Gold is the salue for euery sore It makes proud kings to bragge no more By gold heau'n gates are open set And who giues most doth pardon get Euen Christ himselfe for gold is sold And miracles wrought manifold Came Iudas to this Court most trimme Bringing his thirtie pence with him He 'le be more welcome by Saint Steuen Then all the Saints that are in heauen The Church of Christ which was the place From whence did flow all health and grace To tell the truth my heart it grieues It s now become a den of theeues Our Epicures with ducking nods Do mocke Religion scorne the Gods Of heauenly ioyes when they heare tell And of the paines that are in hell They thinke it but a merrie iest Deuised by some idle Priest The resurrection of the dead And to be iudg'd by Christ our head They hold them but as fained visions Dreames of old wiues or apparitions If God of heauen do not preuent The perils which are imminent His house shall be in danger brought And all his worship turnd to nought I plainly see I dare not say What trechrous meanes and subtill way This Dionysius hath in heart Our Syracusa to subuert And what a miter made of lead Semyramis puts on her head For to enchant her louers so That to her vile embracements go Whereby all men of honest hearts Are fled and banisht from these parts The Romans vsed of old t' eschue Such places where most pleasure grew So bent they were in all degree To traine their youth vp vertuouslie Since so it is who will not then Flie farre from Babylon that den Where mischiefe and all infamie Doth reigne and rage continually I speake of things seene with mine eyes Not heard by eares nor tales nor lyes Thus farre I briefly haue set downe The Court of Rome state of our Towne To you my friend though not so plaine As by mens liues that heare remaine You might discerne and plainly see The whole abuse of this Citie Wherefore in end I you exhort Take this for truth which I report If of thy soule thou hast a care Let not thy mind thinke to come there Where neuer man could learne or see True vertue no nor pietie FINIS EPITAPHES AND EPIGRAMS of Popes Monkes and Friers translated out of diuerse Authours THE EPITAPH OF POPE CLEment the seuenth fixed on his tombe at Rome THe fatall sisters now you see Haue taken from this life Pope Clement who by periurie Was authour of great strife Therefore reioyce all liuing wights For this was eu'n the man Who did deceiue the Towne by sleights And all the world o'reran This was the man no word could keepe To Princes nor to Kings Although he had sworne ner'e so deepe And promised great things This was the man who vex'd the Land With taxes tributes sore And gathered vp with greedie hand The Countrie goods in store This was the man who ran about And rag'd with warre and bloud Putting his owne estate in doubt to gaine vncertaine good This was the man who would not spare To set his house on fire If that by murdering here and there He might haue his desire This was the man that spoil'd the Towne And many widdowes made By shedding bloud both vp and downe Of those that in it stayed This was the man with sword that chac't The Duke of Vrbin so And tooke his house and lands defac'd And made him hence to go This was the man without all cause O Rome that brought to thee Both sword and plague and cruell lawes Such was his courtesie This was the man that fostred bauds And brothels first set downe Who brought in boyes and handsome lads A filthie thing in Towne Euen this was he who in his life Into the world brought shame And euery yeare did stirre vp strife With ignominious name Scorned was God by this vile Lowne Who had nor faith nor troth All pollicie he wrested downe And did all goodnesse loath Whiles he did liue all things were deare throughout all Italie Yet for all that he would not heare The peoples miserie The famine that in Rome was then He counted his best gaine And seemed pleasd vnhappie man With his owne subiects paine Infortunate he thought himselfe That he could not destroy The world and scrape all worldly pelfe Which was his chiefest ioy Thus liuing in a tedious life By sicknesse sore agast He lay with the Physitians strife To helpe his dayes to last Oft times he wished death to see The destinies said no They tooke delight most cruelly More to torment him so For his reward he knew in hell A thousand stripes to get