ones may gratis drinke their fill Alas Christs troubled Truth disgraced grace What Goods what gifts giues Man God to abase Hebrews and Greeks no word for Merit haue Both Couenants God in Greeke and Hebrew gaue The Faithfull liue not by their Righteousnesse Life and soules health the Iust by Faith possesse Saints haue receiu'd but Crownes did ne're bestow And none to lend their Righteousnesse I know Who in himselfe perfection seekes i th' Graâ—e Seekes Life which he may seeke but ne're shall haue He makes vp Merit that he so may see Christs Passion spoild and God no God to be Say Peter when as Christ beheld thee weeping What Merits helpt thee who had them in keeping Gods grace is no grace if not gratis giuen Dost thou deserue it Grace is from thee driuen By sinne first Adam Hell to vs did Merit By second Adam we may Heau'n inherit But whose foule Seed can giue a faire conception If no mans can can I wretch all infection My faith 's most firme that me poore wretch to saue Himselfe God valent and Christ volent gaue Each operist-Papist scraps of workes doth add And of 's owne purenesse is halfe-Botcher badd In 's life time oft times he workes aid doth trust But dying he all 's Workes away will thrust O helpelesse Hope on Merits to relie Who trust such faithlesse faith soone fall thereby Such haplesse Hope by hoping spoiles poore wretches Whose care to keepe by too much care bewitches Sole Faith is Sole Cause of Soules health assur'd Christ sayes to th' sicke beleeue and thou art cur'd When Christ our Lord with soules betrothings hath His Nuptials busie Bride-Maide is sole faith The debtour than the Creditour's more base If workes make God our debtour where 's his grace Can Workes worke-out my punishments remission To worke my Blisse adde Merits least addition Can I by Merits my soules sore-eyes cure Are These the Sopâ— sweet Wash-Bals blots to pure Must heau'ns blest Haruest workes base huskes require Must one-howers worke enioy Ioy infinite Must I with Merit-Oyle enlight my feet Lest I with lightlesse lampe the Bridegroome meet Whom Christs Words Wounds laue saue and sanctifie Can worthlesse Workes those better beautifie Can Merits driue-backe Deaths darts deadly rage Is merit my soules wholesome soueraigne Sage Can Trash pay Treasure Drugs and Drosse pay gold Can mites with mounts minutes with myriads hold Can my deserts Christs death deserts deserue Such proud opinions from true wisdome swerue Since by Christs Bloud 't is plaine I gaine saluation Heau'ns wrath base merit brings to consternation I liue noâ— of my selfe if so I die God is my life the life of God wish I. Whats'ere is try de i th' Furnace of Gods frowne Is quickly quite with furious flames burnt downe What if mans Workes to th' world seeme ne're so faire If God be Iudge all men most guiltie are Who Guiltie does Gods will vnlesse he doe it By God first Facient He poore patient to it All 's else a Shaddow Christ the Substance pure Christ is alone my Life Saluation sure Christs Price and Ransome my Redemption payd What then can man all payd to pay be made Moyses all liuers liues ith Bloud did place So in Christs Bloud shed is my life my grace Vertue is Vice if Grace by Christ be none And if we ought doe well 't is Gods alone Nor sure did God confect but Gall infect Those Eyes which on Christs Price haue ill aspect O let Christs precious Bloud my blest Bath be And not one drop of least desert in me O be 't my care my selfe a Wretch to view And no desert but death to be my due O me me most vnworthy heau'n to see So conscious am I of desert in me My eyes confirme my inward-parts confesse Of Merit my sad soules great emptinesse I feele defects my life ore-laide with woe And I poore wretch these gone doe nought else know Gold Iasper Stones are foule with Christs bloud plac't Must not deserts dregs then be more abac't When I am wrencht and drencht in Christs deere blood O let my Merits be hells burning Wood. Say I had liu'd well yet my hope might faile me But hauing liu'd ill death will sure assaile me Oh from deaths danger who shall me wretch raise Herein sweet Sauiour Thine be all the praise The hand-writing of Sinne Christ quite defac't Which tane from Satan on his Crosse he plac't If Christ Gods onely Sonne Lifes orient Sun For Me a Seruant dire death would not shun Can I a Slaue Christs death as my due claime And challenge Life because Christ death did tame Bloud should flow from my deepe torne worne heart And all my Marrow should sad teares impart I merit nought my selfe by no meanes saue Christ my Redeemers death this to me gaue O may I die e're Christs Grace through me die For in me of me for me nought haue I. O wash me well i th' Well of thy good will Lest guiltie me my guiltie deeds doe kill O may my filâ—hs of flesh my life lewd base Deare Christ be folded in thy kinde embrace Satans dire Darts assault me Victor great Giue me sharpe shafts that I may Satan beat I am i th' world soyld spoyld O Iesu good Laue saue my soule i th' Brooke of thy blest blood I burne with selfe-loue O great Lord of Loue To burne with thy Loue grant grace from aboue As Lord the Spirit as Tyrant flesh I serue Oh tame the Tyrant flesh my soule preserue Lest Earth me take lest Hell me terrifie O hold me heat me with heau'ns Feruencie Let Earths fraile Ioyes to Heau'â—s firme Ioyes giue place And sacred loue of good Earths Mud quite chase I hate all mine and that I be not mine I seeke thee Christ and sue to be all thiâ—e O let thy large thy Seamlesse coate most faire Paliate my natiue filth and leaue none bare O Lambe of God slaine from the worlds creation Thy proper-Worke be my Propitiation With thy deare Saints O Sauiour Christ I craue Me thy most Suppliant submisse seruant saue The euill of guilt and pâ—nishment I know This this indeed 's the Merit I can show But th' euill of guilt and paine and hells fierce flame Yea hells great Lord I know heau'ns Lord did tame This is my constant faiths confession hence I le not be forc'd by fraud or violence He which O Christ trusts not thy sole sweet Merit Shewes he 's not thine and shall not thine inherit Since all thy gracious gifts me farre surpasse Can my naught nothing merit ought alas Who 's ' ere O Christ an hundreth Pence Thee owes Vnto ten thousand Talents My debt growes Within Mee Sinne a Massie Mountaine hath Sins Mountaine to remoue Lord strength my Faith Least I O God by Deaths sting wounded be Behold my Sauiours Wounds wide-ope for mee O Thou which Bottlest vp Thy Saints Teares All Let not these of thy Seruant fruitlesse fall The Bane of Sinne my Blood
And Salues apply which Health from Sicknes driue If Strumpet Rome had not a brazen Brow She could not but my Words for truth auow If shee deny as that shee hath and will It shall her brand with prostituted Ill. But now le ts see what rotten Rags remaine What vpstart Tricks Romish Faith to sustaine Do'st know great Purgatories wondrous fire This flame cleares soules Bags emptieth for hire This purgeth Purses pregnant with pure gold Romes strong gold-glister torrid zoane behold This purgeth metals though most pure before And leaues to fooles of wit and wealth small store A Bug-Beare is this great Catharticke flame Popes painted hell Worlds Scarre-Crow fools to tame How this fond Popes fond fire fond fooles doth fright How foolish lightnings from 's false heau'ns shine bright Nothing but Sinons voice Fraud Chimicke trickes Is in this strange Purse-purifying Styx He which can quickly kindle this quicke flame Can if he list rare Craftesmen quench the same Thou hast O Sacred Sir firme facultie To damne redeeme all soules that there doe frie If thou canst saue but wilt not th' art too iust But if thou wouldst and canst not who 'le thee trust Choose wheth'r of these since either of these o'rethrow thee A Lying-Priest or Tyrant-fierce they shew thee Romes Pontificke Pompificke Prelate rather Such fond Daedalean fantasies doth father And Berengarius quaintly quips them well For pot and pottage they the World excell But I if lawfull 't is may terme them true Mercuries Ioiners Coiners of faith new Great reason i st that Purgatories fire Should burne most bright and warme the Popes desire For if this Money-fertile fire goe out Popes chimneys would alas lie cold I doubt O Supreme Priest Apostle generall Great master of the Chaire dogmaticall O let illiterate Me be farther taught The Babylonish Rites thy braines haue brought Thy great Decrâ—e from heau'n all those keeps out Which from Thy sheep-cote straggle stray about Thy slightest censure makes damn'd Atheists flie Thee to displease brings death vndoubtedly No scourge of Heretickes ere rag'd like Thee Yet thou worst Hereticke they guiltie be Since Personall Succession helpes thee not Thy Faiths Succession who regards a iot Yet this I grant as Darkenesse followes Light Thou and thy sheepe-hooke follow Peter right Thou Caiaphas 〈◊〉 Cephas dost succeed Simon not Peter Magus did thee breed Annas and Caiphas held succession faire But Christ and'â— followers did not for it care Issue of Men Faiths issue can't imply Nor empty scabbards win a victorie By hearing not succeeding Faith 's begot A Holy life makâ—s good-men Orders not Ancletus Cletus Clemens Linus Pope Which who succeeds to shew is past all hope And to this day the tyranne Turke doth hold Foure Patriarke Seates by foure Popes lost or sold. Thus he Vice-Christ doth Christ sucâ—eed 't is right For Vice-Christs Presence breeds Christs Absence quite That rauening Wolues should follow Pastors pure Saint Paul foretold and Gods Amen proues sure O disguisde Sire Christs Vicar vizard fac't Which here on earth hells forces courses haste Shew me more Wardroabes of thy Alcaron And nouell Tricks thy Treuet stands vpon 'T is thy diuine decree that Man sins slaue Can worke Gods Will yea more then God doth craue The Iust thou sayst doe it but perfect men Doe more than Gods Law doth demand of them But i st in me the Law of God to doe Why then by Bond did God me binde thereto The Law me kills the Law me tramples-on Can then Lifes acts by Dead be vndergon By power of mans Free-will and inbred-good Thou dost despise disgrace Christs blessed Blood And lasting life t'election to make sure Thou 'lt vse thy Mud and not Christs Mould most pure Christs blood shut-vp vaine Veniall-Sinnes thou 'lt finde Which to Deaths Doome the soule of no man binde But eu'n these sins which froÌ„ Christs bloud thou'dst free Will cause thy soule Christs Kingdome ne're to see Whilst by the Law thou lookest for Saluation Thou dost the Law by meere imagination For how thou â—anst Gods firme Law vndergoe Thine owne fast-law-bound Conscience best can show Christs Bloud thou sayst for Sinne not Paine did pay Yet thy Indulgence can take Both away Sometime thou'lt Penanco haue yet Sinne protected Can Sinne be salu'd yet Penance be expected O the Indulgent loue os Romes kinde Father To binde loose shew to Guilt and Guiltie fauour At once he blowes and sups makes hot and cold Bindes and vnbindes vnbound things fast doth hold What e're he pardons he can punish to Make Guiltie Guiltlesse this and more he 'le doe His Ramish-Romish Faith much Mirth may make But whos 's weake Faith true growth from it can take He which is dawbd with extreme Vâ—ction hath Full strength to struggle with spirituall scath This blessed Balme Christs blessed seruants makes He 's none of Christs that Babels Balme forsakes But Caluinists though Papists rage and raue To greaze their Boots this oyle doe often saue Calixtus wisely did foure Fasts ordaine For bodies yeares foure quarters doâ— containe Like the foure Humours and foure Elements And as foure farthings for foure Egges contents As Peter was a Fisher fish to vse Peters religious Popes doe chiefly choose Repentance was no Sacrament of old Penance is now a new-one vncontrould Baptisme's a pledge of Faith to Christ conioyn'd And by this Badge Romes Vice-Christ his will finde Heau'ns life Eternall by externall lauing We get and thence comes all mens hope of sauing This Salt this Oyle these magicke Arts ranke Spittle Abuse thy people O Christ not a little O damn'd deeds of Romes botching-Bishop base Gods Law and pure Hand-writing to disgrace Heretickes this Arch-Hereticke makes those Which will not seuen sound Sacraments suppose For the seuen Card'nall Vices Vertues show From the new cou'nant iust seuen Signes to grow i th' Eucharist their Wine is poysnous sure For laymen may not that dire draught endure These thirstie Guests sup sip no moisture they Against their wils That cup to passe them pray If Sacrilegiously they 'l halfe with-hold With neither part to part they may be bold Masse-Priests tooke Bread and Wine Laicks but Bread If Bread serue these with both why are Priests fed The answer 's easie Who eats Bread has Wine For needs must Flesh within it Bloud conioyne Well if meere-Bread both Bread and Wine doth coope Why besides Bread take Priests so sound a Sâ—ope And if one-Element sufficient be Change turnes Giue Laicks Wine take Bread to thee Since Christ Cup Bearer-like gaue vs his Blood How is it by audacious Popes withstood Confession is thou sayst Sinnes Remedie But thy flocke findes it Curing-Crueltie Their soule being fed with Vineger and Gall When pard'ned to sinnes Penance 't is in thrall Soule-Tyrannizing Pope dire dregs hard heart O how vnkindely-kinde alas thou art No Laude much Fraud in thy Confessions be Which thy Newes-quaffâ—ing-Eares slie Clarke drink free Surely the fond Confessors selfe oft times Both heares and cleares
of Teares descries And me my sweet Redeemers thirst euen fries Free me from Death and from lifes guilt me cleare And for my Spots O let Christs Stripes appeare If Christ for 's Seruant vndue debts did pay Let not the Seruant pay what 's payd I pray O Iesus which of heart reines Searcher art To thee I here sacrifice reines and heart I thee beseech euen by thy bloody Sweat Thy Teareâ— Feares Flouts whom Iewes vniustly beat Let all my hope to thy sure Seale be fixt With none of my selfe-Meriâ— to be mixt This is my serious pious protestation Confirm'd from false dogmaticke alteration Christ hath ingulâ—t me in his Sea of Loue. Bare poore impure I 'm here a milke-white Doue Here is my Hope firme Faith Pledge of saluation This this faire founâ— flowes to my restauration If th' Ocean of Christs Bloud me all keepe in 'T will purely purge my Blots and Spots of sinne Let this thâ— this blest Lambe with 's holy hide Cloath me and let me thine O Christ abide Sweet Sauiour of the world Iesus most kinde Let me thy Mercies in thy Merits finde Gold Incense Myrrh of Praise I humbly bring As Lord take Incense Man Myrrh Gold as King What-ere is Thine and thou to th' World mad'st free All those Thy Loue makes proper vnto mee With godlesse Goates adiudge mee not to stand But with thy Sheepe set me at Thy Right Hand Whom Thou held'st deare and deare for me didst pay Now count not Vile as willing my decay For without Thee O Christ I say and shall I either Death deserue or Nought at all But since for vanquisht Me thou' rt Victor-wise My paine is Thine Thy Palme is made my prize My due Deaths-draft O Christ Thou first drank'st vp When Thou for mee didst say Let passe this Cup. O let my Death by thee be Deaths decay And in thy Loue to leaue Life no delay Let Grace be my lifes louely Morning-light Then Glory will beeth ' Euening-Starre most bright By thy deare Death and Life let mee Deaths due Obtaine sure hold on Lifes Hire most vndue And let thy glorious Beames of Goodnesse shine Vpon this sparkling Faith faint heart of mine Yea where all plenteous pleasures from thy Torrent And Loue-Floâ—ds flow from thy still-streaming Current Let mee drink deepe from that deepe Spring most cleere And with Thy Blood My thirsty Heart re-cheere Let Thy Death be my Hoste Thy Paines my Pay Thy Crosse my Crowne Thy Sores my Salues alway Whilest Life doth last O Christ I 'le deadly hate Thy Romish Riuall I 'le repudiate Thus then Mans Lies Blasphemies arrogate Merit by 's Workes from Christs Deeds derogate Thus to Mans Merits Christ must now giue place And to Romes Ruler render Throne and Grace And thus Christs godly goodly Vicar hath Gods Power disdain'd prophan'd the Name of Faith His Merits Meritoriously doe Merit That he should Hell but neuer Heau'n inherit For Merits Heau'n Hee 'l sell the Church defile And Christ to Belial Hee dates reconcile O Rome is this thy Zeale thy Church so faire Did Christ charge Peter thus for 's Flocke to care With such Tartarean termes Church-Scourger braue Dar'st Thou Gods Iustice free grace whip depraue If any sense in thy blunt Brest doth stay Antichrists noted Notes these be thou 'lt say But I am hopelesse by my Verse to frame On th' Anuill of thy Heart Sense of thy Shame See then Romes Faith Romes holy Church now see How like to Peters Hee and his Faith bee OF THAT LOVDE LYE AND FOND FICTION OF TRANSVBSTANTIATION THE SIXTH SATYRE The ARGVMENT When I receiue O Christ Thy Body blest The Signes in Substance still the same doe rest ROmes Ten bâ—rn'd Beast straÌ„ge Errors belcheth vp And Heretikes Schismatikes feeds breeds vp More Heresies from Peters proud Chaire spring Than all Church Chappell Pewes could euer bring Much I passe-o're since els my Muse would be Too too prolixe kinde Reader vnto Thee But yet ther 's One sprung from the seuen-fold Whore Prodigious horrid fond ne're found before Amphibious Gorgon whereby Substance slips This this my Tisiphonike Satyre whips Heere hath my Pen large Lists aboundant stuffe Heere to tryumph my Rhyme hath roome enough Heere Waues waues ouerflow Depths inuocate Depths Heer 's a Meane to bee immoderate This nointed big Brood Accherâ—ntine Crue In 's Masse createth a creator new Surely t is more Christ than a World to make Nor ere did God to make God vndertake But Popish Chymicks make a thousand Gods Priests then are greater gods than God by odds i th' Masse-Priests mouth what so great vertues are That Hee with 's Mouth his God can make and marre Surely hee hath some rare resistlesse power Whereby hee makes and vnmakes God each houre Christs Flesh i th' Masse This Flesh-feeder eats vp And this blood-bibbing Bishop Blood doth sup With Murther stain'd is this Christ-killing Hoste Whilst hee Gods Flesh with 's Fangs to teare doth boaste Indeed besides this Popish Caniball Of Men not God-deuourers read wee shall Grant This grosse Errour and grant thousands moâ— Which from this horrid Hydra thick would grow Mee thinkes I see Serpents on Gorgons pate When this Gorgonish Act I meditate This Christ-eater with 's Cyclaps throat wide ope With griping Clawes with grinding Iames the Pope â— Lycaons filthie Feasts doth celebrate And Laestrigons curs'd Cates doth deuourate For Hee to 's holy Cheere inuites most kind Sharpe Teeth good Stomackâ— but no godly Minde Proud Iayes are they not Eagles which thus dare Forecast to come to eate Christs dainty fare Not Abra'am Patriarchs not blest Prophets all Who yet enioy'd this Manâ—â— Mysticall Could thus eate Christ could thus haue sauing grace For God Mans-Flesh was then found in no place And since by Christ Grace Life 's alike to me Christ to receiue to me like rule let be With mouth and teeth I take not sure Soules meate This with my mind heart Faith I take and eate My Hearing eates my Knowledge Christ doth chew And liuely Faith digests Him in me to I taste Christ with Hearts Pallate there confinde That Feast 's a Fact not of the Mouth but Minde Christs Presence is Faiths Charge Christs reall being Is sure i th' Supper to each firme Faiths Seeing Yea Christ to those that thus belieue is slaine Whose blesâ— Oblation still doth Faith sustaine Againe each vnbaptized infant small Once borne and washt in the Fount Mysticall Hee should with Christ haue no Community If Corps must Corps Flesh Flesh touch needfully Herod did once but some young Infants smite The Popes opinion damnes All Infants quite Besides Hee which belieues not Christ may eate And thus to Dogs Hogs Mice Christ may bee Meate Yea Iudas thus with Peter hath full share Christs Body is to Both like daintie fare Can hee which is not Christs vpon Christ feede Are God and Satan Partners well agreed Or can Christs Members in Christs Body rot Which bold-fac't Rome to broach abroad
takes Good Manners not great Mannours God best prizeth His Steward Mannours Loues manners despiseth For This Priests Polipheme and Atlas stout By these Tricks trimes props Gods House throughout Most craftily strange Grins and Gins hee laies His hollow-heart hath thousand wilie-waies Of which Gold-Bringer brauest of them all His Loue his Life his Wife Hee well doth call His zeale is Amphisbaena serues two Lords The World good seruice God hee none affords The Gifts of Good-gift-Giuers make them Popes Who want at home at home may sit like Mopes Vice-Christ Lawes firmes and them repeales by Bribes But hee Gods Lawe prostitutes and proscribes Iohn Baptist Herod did forbid to wed His Brothers wife This Popes haue suffered Paul became All to All a Soule to get All Vice-Christs care is on his owne gaine set Oh Christ Thy Guests Thou 'lt first inuite then vrge Thy Vicar will them threaten force and scourge Thy Head O Christ a Crowne of thornes did teare Vice-Christ a Triple Crowne of Gold doth weare Thus strangely better is this Head Papall Than Peter Paul Iohn Baptist CHRIST and all This Fee-Fowler Wealth-watching Argus fly Spreadeth Gold-catching Snares most cunningly Sinners by Summes being tax'd Is Coine so vicious Gold sure is Heresie T' haue Wealth pernicious Thus guilty-Gold in Bird-lime Lawes is caught And Nothing deadly but a man t' haue Nought If gold-Gold-death Antidots yer dead thou haue From deadly-deadly-Sin thy Soule He 'le surely saue For Romes Bullipotent indulgent Pope All euill of paine and guilt remooues I hope Touching least Trifles hee doth Lawes ordaine All which are quickly voide by precious Gaine The truncke is little whence a Fly sups blood And to the Pope least Lawes bring greatest good At Toyes Hee 'l rage winkes at most wicked things If happy Gaine fly forth with golden wings Sins shackles shaken off thou 'lt quickly see And pure Soules fly to Heau'n if Gold them free Giue to the Pope and dare each damned deed Actours foule Acts no punishment can breed All 's pardonable to Gift-giuers All Their Sin 's as Vendible as Veniall Thus theirs at Rome the Purses dire decay But no soules health no forcing sinne away Giue Giue Giue oft this Romish Horse-Leach cries And by her food fierce hunger still doth rise All vnction all compunction is from gold And he wants Nought that hath most yellow mold Romes Mother-Church her Teats ties-vp from none By whose good Gifts she fat and faire is growne But here obserue for this distinction stout With oft ingâ—mination they giue-out chaire's great aboue all Lawes his Might And to the Pope Gods power is due by right A Symâ—nist he 's not Gratis giues he Giue and he 'le Giue take thou he 'le sharer be He giues to thee thou to him what 's more cleare Thus Loue reciprocall must loue endeere Why mention I the traps toyles money-Meanders Of Romes world-thirsting couetous commanders Romes vnfill'd intricate Charybdis broyles And though too wealthie swallowes wealthy spoyles The Church of Rome hath power Omni-potent And liuely liuer-veines Omni-pâ—tent Deformed Râ—les enormed Rites Romes Court Doth at her wicked will inuent support Her Courts with wranglings ring Goodnesse is whipt Her tatling Troopes with Gold their tongues haue tipt Gold-griping Eloquence pleades free from scath Such power Romes Rhetorician Riches hath Besides at Rome whens'ere no causes be Cause-pleaders straight cause-coyners turn'd you 'l see Here Lawyers may fell Lawes most lawfully Because by Bribes a Lawyers Bench they buy In plodding Plebeans many matters they Despise dispatch deuise and watch delay If Wealth come Rome will welcome thy dispute If thou bring nought then stay at home be mute Wealth-wanting Louers Lais loue in vaine And Rome loues none that bring not gold and gaine Rome streines at Gnats and swallowes Camels downe The Guiltie shâ—'le forgiue on Guiltlesse frowne She 'le vexe poore Lambes and let proud Lions goe For Wolues and Foxes faults her Sheepe feele woe Thus is Romes Papall Iustice to be sold And Goddesse Themis to be hirde for gold The Popes foule faults are facts Apostolicke His flockes fraile facts are faults Apostaticke Wonders I write but what has not Romes throne And all ore-ruling power of Bishops done Great Grand-Sire Guide of Guides Romes demi-God Thus are thy flockes rulde with a Golden-Rod O how besides Romes Abaddon th' art right Nummipolizing Pope Law-breaking wight OF THE MOST FORMIDABLE AND ABOMINABLE POWDER-PLOT BY PAPISTS WITH THEIR horrible authorized libertie to perpetrate any Villany THE NINTH SATYRE The ARGVMENT At Rome by Rapine there 's a Golden-Age By Crueltie there 's still an Iron Age. WIth Gods Law to dispense makes deadly wounds Yet Rome does This and All things else confounds Right Faith and Troth Oathes Promises Vowes giuen These wrong'd thou 'lt say are keyes of hel not heauen She wrongs vnbinds breaks kicks at thus past doubt No Obstacle her free Decree bolts-out Why should not she free all with others pelfe Who all else soone dispenseth of her selfe Popes will 's a Gen'rall-Rule dost doe his minde None then thee Guiltie of the Fact can finde Any 'gainst Any Any thing commits Whilst God as Priest the godlesse as Iudge sits Parricides once against this Realme arose And did a desp'rate damned Plot compose A machinated Treason strange and true Whose like no past no future Times can shew I quake to speake my trembling Tongue sticks-fast My hands doe shake my Muse is mute agast Twelue Ring-leaders did meet deepe Hels blacke-Band A new strange bloudy Birth to take in hand At Rome 't was shap't Romes Whore ' its Damme became Monstrous Maegaera Midwife to the same The King his Queene the Prince Peeres Bishops graue Superiour and Inferiour Nobles braue The Scarlet Iudges and wise Iustices The chiefest Knights and choysest Burgesses All pious Patriots met in Parliament On State affaires as custome was All bent All these by those base Traitors markt to die Had not Heau'ns fore-sight made discouerie Smother'd in Smoake into the Aire blowne vp Had drunke full draughts of deaths most direfull Cup. O woefull fearefull Stygean damned Act Likest it selfe paralelld by no fact O mischiefe murther massacre most strange New Snare base Ware brought forth from hells Exchange Nought vnder heauen was once new but our time Brought forth a new nefarious monstrous crime First was a Golden-Age as Gods deare daughter As the Popes Neece a powder-Age came after What sacred sugred loue at Rome there dwells This fathers loue all Fathers loue excells For that we might not dead to heauen goe Aliue by Powder he 'd vs thither blow These are the Briefes of Romes Religion braue To make one-day all-Brittaine bring to graue Romes Monsters mouth and throate is large and hollow And at one draught can many thousands swallow O Popish cruell crue inhumane quite Monsters in Gods Monsters in all Mens sight As Peace perturbers as Bloud-suckers all That see you flie you finde you from you fall O woefull wracke such
and so many slaine This worke they would but wrought their worke in vaine Is this life-giuing true Christianitie Is this firme faith pure Popish Pietie Ill deeds to good-ends None may enterprise And yet may Rome doe such that Rome may rise Had all our heads vpon one Necke then stood As Nero once desir'd Romes man of blood That Necke with one cracke of sulphurious smoke Had beene smit-off had not God stayd the stroke O wretched Worke to which all woes are due Great wracke more great than may be held for true Who present saw All noted All he saw To trust all seene his owne eyes scarce could draw With such fierce flames of quicke sulphurious scath Doth Rome promoue approue her Cath'licke Faith Alas Christs truth into Kings Courts ne're came With Swords with Poysons Pistols Powder-flame Couer'd with Satans knauish-cloakes to slay Till Romes Philistims grew so great so gay Did Peter fish for Kings in streames of blood No Belzebub can fish best in that flood To be catcht-vp in Bloud as Peters fish And pay so deare for Rome I le neuer wish O thus euen thus each Romish-Traitour hath A Vault to hide his Treason as his Faith Oft bloody blasts from Romes Tarpeian Towre Brake forth and did thousands of Soules deuoure Fire-spitting Brats igneous Ignatius bred If Iesuites be his Brood as so 't is sed Religion hath beene euer fring'd with fraud And Piety beene made foule Treasons Bawd While Iesuites doe what them the Pope hath bidden Vnder their Mealy-mouthes foule Fiends lye hidden The Churches Weapons once were Prayers and Teares Romes Weapons now Swords Fire-brands Poysons Speares Viperous-Imps are in Romes bowels bred And truely barbarous boystrous is her Head Boasters in Blood in Fire in Swords in Rapes thou 'dst Papists iudge foule Deuils in Mens faire shapes Though many props doe Romes Religion stay Their Chiefest hold on Sword and Fire they lay But whil'st thus oft their Flocks they fleece o're-throw They Signes of Romish Faith and False-hood show Within foule Crimes without Reuenge they beare Acts against Christ none vnaueng'd appeare Alas why by two deaths thought Tisiphone On ours to prey and then to slay her owne For Rockey Peters Chayre Faiths Rock to bee Thou by Salt-Peter Powder Fire wouldst see But now the World their Papall pranckes espies And Romish Rhea shames at hir owne Lyes Romes Ram-like Actors came vpon the Stage But God oppos'd their hatefull Actiue-Rage O Rome thou buildest Nests Birds canst not hatch Acknowledge then Gods Hands Gods Eyes thee watch Thus Babels brood her Birth could not bring out Whereof prime pregnant Hope made them past doubt Damn'd Dirae sighed and hells furies fum'd Yea Plutos pallace shooke as nigh consum'd Because their hellish hopes tooke none effect And heauen did timely their deceit derect Reioyce blest Brittaine in this New-saluation And keepe That day with endlesse recordation Christ freed thy Soule from hell fire and this fire Than euer any flame to hels came nigher That day which they Britaines blacke-Day would see Nouembers fifth Britaines bright-day shall be The day was Tews-day but by Popish spight Papists Ash-Wednesday it had beene more right Daniell deliuered from the Lions den Had not such cause to praise God as We then For rage of roaring Lyons oft is tam'd But Romes fierce Wrath is quenchlessely enflam'd For euer then fell Papists howle lament Your Popish Powder-Pieties Intent For all the Oceans floods will ne're make cleane Perfidious Rome thy knauish Sinke obscene Englands Transalpinated Papistrie Hath wrought such oft Blood-smeared crueltie Breeds our Transmarine Trauaile so light minde Let 's then by Law be to our homes confinde For doubtlesse this detestable foule fact Was counsell'd courag'd by the Popes compact For he which bids doe what 's almost done he In 's will doth worke must stay 't or authour be Had he not cast Paternall care from 's heart He 'd ne're haue playd such a Step-fathers part Who from his Bubble-bellowing Bulls boiles out All Caco-curses hellish Broiles about And thus he saies Let one-day England make One Graue whose note on future day shall shake Vices Vice-roy or Vice It selfe is Hee Who Peters Chaire dares foule with Villanie We read that when the High-Priest vs'd to enter Gods Holyest-Place without Blood Hee 'd not venture So Romes High-Priest vnlesse some blood hee taste To 's Shiloh Synagogue doth seldome haste Thus one of many facts we haue found out Heare Others now not better Ones I doubt To All Sins fuell this Dispenser findes And much fine-Flowre out of Crimes-corne he grinds Popes Pardons purge foule Homicides most white Makes blots and spots of bloody Daggers bright And if this Priest of Romes rare Rocke dispense Thou quit maist sit free from all foule offence Or if the Lawes strict Act thee guilty make Deaths deadly Act on Thee no hold shall take Antichrists Bull and Christs Blood are nere kin For that as this pardons and pures All Sin If Romes blest Bishop warres wiles periurie Commands as iust iust they are instantly For the Popes pleasure is all deeds direction 'T is Law of Lawes to yeeld him sole subiection Thou then Who bids not what Hee bids take heed And doe his Will with Courage and with Speed And doe his Will for Christ did All Command To the Lord God of Romes high Hests to stand His Fist Arme Shoulders Warlike Engines are Least Hee grow Mad then haue a speciall care For first these regall Rites Christ Peter gaue And to Romes Peter Protâ—-Pope most braue But Romes rich Patriarke to be Peters Heire Saint Peters Chaire and Miter There declare All Crownes Thrones Kingdomes through Earths ample scope Christ gaue to Peter Peter to the Pope And Hee which Fathers moues Himselfe approues Patrician But Hee Father Peter moues Therefore all th' honour Christ to Peter gaue Our Lord the Pope I surely hope must haue And in prime Peter All rare Acts you see Must this Petreian-Patrons Actions bee The word is vaine vertue comes not by kinde Saint Peters off-Spring wee excepted finde But Peters pious Life and last Confession In the Popes Chaire find no Chaire nor Impression Peters faint-Faith O Christ Thee thrice denide Full oft the Pope Vice-Christ doth Thee deride Yet Peters teares shew'd Peter penitent But no man euer saw the Pope repent Lastly for Thee Peter did gladly dye The Pope thy Members murthers cruelly See who 'l deny the Pope to haue as due Sure Shape Staffe Stoole of Peter Martyr true Rules not wise Palinurus in Romes Ocean Peters tall Ship without least Slip in 's motion Peters Ship sure on many a Rocke and Shelfe Hee driues and is the Ships worst Rocke Himselfe AN EPILOGVE OF THE ANTECEDENTS THus Romes Dictator All the World directs Thus Hee Gods holy Bible foules infects Thus Sacrilegiously Gods Gifts Hee 'l sell Simon not Peter Magus matching well Thus faines hee Fancies fond Hereticall Of Heretikes being Head Spirituall Thus Monarchs hee to iarres and Warres incites