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Nevves from Rome, or, A relation of the Pope and his patentees pilgrimage into hell with their entertainment and the popes returne backe againe to Rome : with an elegiacall confabulation betweene Death and Honour : a lecture which may be read to the greatest monarch in the world.
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NEVVES FROM ROME OR A Relation of the Pope and his Patentees Pilgrimage into Hell with their entertainment and the Popes returne backe againe to ROME With an Elegiacall Confabulation betweene DEATH and HONOUR A Lecture which may be read to the greatest Monarch in the world Estote proditoros Betraye Your Country Printed in the Yeare 1641. NEVVES FROM ROME OR A Relation of the Pope and his Patentees Pilgrimage into Hell with their entertainment and the Popes returne backe againe to ROME THe Stigian King for honour to his Court Now sits in state delighting in the sport His Furies make him but they had not long Practis'd their hellish Gambolls when a throng Of unknowne guests were seene Pluto 'gan frowne Their Leader did not vayle his triple crowne Then with a contract brow he thus bespake Cannot our frowne make this same vassall quake Then fell the Pope upon his bended knee And cryes how fares your gracious Majestie At length looking about he doth there see Sterne Rhadamanthus with the Furies three Three-headed Cerberus then he doth spy Jxions wheele and Theseus misery All standing round about him as to heare Some unknown matter his speech was stopt by feare At lâ—st forgetting feare he lowd doth call Unto his God for justice that the Hall Did ring with Eccho making his complaint Against the English till he grew quite saint At length he thus proceeded and did say They scorne my servants and me disobay But some there are who to me faithfull were But they are gone th' are fled I know not where My Goldfinch Windebanke my â—uckling young Who could so well pray in ovr Roman tongue Are gon for feare of chiding O they would Have elevated me if that they could My chiefest Prelate there they keepe in thrall Who stands in feare to smell the Judgement hall My Iush King is dead he would be so But O my â—â—â—nes doe fall ev'n by my foe Now having fiâ—â—shâ— he aloud doâ—h call Unto his patent friends that they should fall Each on his knee presenting each his gift Thinking to gaine great favour was his drift The first Tobacco in a pipe well stuft Presents to Pluto after iâ— was puft Which when the black Tartarian god did smell He fretted fumed and said Is not Hell Stored enough with base sulphurious smoke But you must thus conspire me here to choake Is not our person stored with fumes enough That you must here present us such a snuffe Base Varlet with Heathenish Indian weed I present I abhorre and for this deed I doe exile thee never to come neare Our Court againe without continuall feare Lordaine to that faire Elizians field Nor joy nor comfort to thee ere shall yeeld But thou with Tantalus shalt stand and thirst For thou from henceforth ever art accurst Tobacco gone no longer it must stay But like a chimney smoke vanish away Then down falls Soap thinking cleane out to wash Tobacco's staine but sterne Megaeraes lash Doth force him up the Pope doth weep to see Soap larders out of Plntoes companie Then Bacchus friend upon his knee doth fall Presenting that which bitter was as Gall The price of Wine I meane but Pluto he Foreknowing of his plots his signe would see Then of his pocket paper out he drew Wherein pourtrayed was in lively hue The forme of couzenage about her standing Seven penny pint pots as new landing On English shore In her face did he see The true effigies of a Patentee At length the Wine he did entend to taste Which stunke of Horseflesh then was Pluto past The bounds of patience and to all did sweare The first Inventer on 't should loose an eare He was incenst so far that he did vow That he hereafter never would allow Such wicked doings he wished these knaves Had long agoe been buried in their graves If he meant Abell now I cannot tell I will enquire the next Post comes from Hell Yet Abels sacrifice was first accepted When wicked Cains his brothers disrespected Then did all other Patents kneele together But chiefest notice taken was of Leather Which to a Coach transformed was not shooes Wherefore for him the Furies made a noose And hung him out a tanning but the Pope Being tormented was quite out of hope In Hell to gaine redresse for 's miseries Wherefore with speed to cursed Rome he flies Without his Patents Charon would not row Such damned friends to all the world a foe They are in Hell and there let them still lie Who were the causers of much misery Jesuites are angry because thus I write So let them be these lines I doe endite Onely to them and each close shaved Fryer Whom Hell much wants to kindle Plutoes fire My Muse is weary of so black a theame Wherefore shee s flowne unto her sisters streame To clense her selfe I me sure anon againe Shee will returne then I le write better straine An Elegiacall Confabulation BETWEENE DEATH and HONOUR A Lecture which may be read to the greatest Monarch in the world H WHat horrid Monster ' i st which I doe see D One that is come to make a coarse of thee Nay frowne not Honour thou must me obay H What art thou slave which dar'st to me thus say D My name is death Hon Death thy selfe enlarge Tell me thy nature office and thy charge D For to declare to thee such things are vaine I am triumphant and demands disdaine Of greatest Monarchs Death stands not in feare Than know proud Honour Death will never spare H Base Fiend what art thou which to me dost talke Tell me what art thou or else quickly walke D Alas poore elfe dost thinke to conjure Death Thou canst not therefore come yeeld up thy breath H Honour yeeld breath pray tell me unto whom D To Death therefore with speed prepare thy Tombe Honour is vaine 't is mortall quickly gone This my keene dart shall force the proudest groane Then Honour shake off pride and avoyd lust Highest of honours must humbled be 'i th dust H How Honour humbled an example show Then of thy power sufficient I shall know D I am content thy pleasure to fulfill Example I will shew then know my skill Had not Lord Wentworth honours yes t is true Who dare deny it by valour he it drew His wisdome unto after ages shall Renowned be and live perpetuall D What is true valour Hon to overcome 'i th field D But Death doth force greatest Commanders yeeld H Since Guns and Rapiers first invented were Faint-hearted mortalls of Death stood in feare D Never before did Honour yeeld to me H Never true Honour alwaies scap't scot-free D Honour thou lyst I am sure ever yet Death ruld the roast man onely turnd the spit But yet I le reall be Coelick Honour Is fearlesse still though Death display his Banner But as for such it descends from above In man infusd it is by heavenly Jove But yet they die which reall Honour have And yet their fame survives they being in grave Those which for terrene honours gape and call By soaring high oft-times doe catch a fall Now answer Honour tell to me thy minde Where like to Death another canst thou finde What silent Honour dar'st thou not reply Answer me quick this Dart must make thee die Hector that worthy Prince of famous Troy I overcame and with him Priams joy These greatest honours had they Worthies were And yet to strike them did not I Death feare Then say no more that I am too too cruell The Fates command that we should fight a duell H O hold hold Death to thee doth Honour yeeld Conquer'd I am to thee belongs the field Thus world adue farewell yee mortalls all Shrubs may stand fast when tallest Cedars fall T. B. FINIS