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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

tongues and moe I could not tell how many sorts there be Nor shew the names and orders which do flow From this wast Sea in their posteritie Their Mattins WHen this vile crew hath soundly slept all night From beds of softest downe then vp they rise At sound of sacred bels when day growes light And go to Church where each rare Relique lies With great denotion when they Mattins sing The Priest begins all clad in purest white Whose roaring voice makes all the Church to ring The rest to answer him againe delight This being done he to the Altar goes And reckons vp a thousand Saints at once From his hoarse throate speaking through his nose Thrise crying loud with many fained grones We be the cause of all our miserie Oh holy Sire whom no place can containe Thy glorious name be praisd eternallie Let vs once see thy countenance againe Since we thy holy issue are indeed And our first fathers from the heauens descended Be alway present with vs in our need And take vs to thee when this life is ended Their Masse HEre are the reliques Lord which that last night Thou left behind when men thy death decreed Here is that Altar euer in our sight Vpon the which we breake the holy bread O Sonne of God why see I now thy face With bloudie wounds deformed all about And skin so rent with scarres in euery place From hellish fire to hold thy seruants out The damned fiends do tremble at thy sight And all the host of that infernall pit Thou with thy Father mak'st our suite go right And we with God himselfe at banquets sit Oh heare our cries and to our plaints giue eare Most holy Virgine vndefil'd and chaste Mother of grace request thy Sonne to heare Our prayers and on earth let vs haue rest This being done the bread he takes in hand And turnes it vp and downe with apish toyes And that he sayes no man can vnderstand His mind is so bereft with sudden ioyes At last the holy Host he breakes in peeces And swallowes it all greedily at once Which time to beate his breast he neuer ceasses And sadly sigheth forth his forged grones The Calix next he sighing holdeth vp While all the people bowing downe their heads Sit muttering what they know not to the cup And pray out all the number of their beads When in his swagging belly he doth put As he affirmes the bodie of his God The cup he empties in his fasting gut At which the stupid multitude doth nod At last he sprinkles all about the Altar And on the people as they sit and pray His diuel-driuing coniur'd holy water This done bids them depart and go away The Friers preaching AN aged Frier or old Father goes Vp to the pulpit in a Reuerent pace Where while he stands all white with yeares he showes As if he were the mirrour of all grace And there declares the torments of the hels And how th' Assyrians tower did ayme at heauen Of miracles a thousand iests he tels With some true tales to make his lyes go euen He threatens then the rusticke people all With plagues and sicknesse which will them infest With tempests raine which on them hee 'le make fall And that with famine they shall be opprest What shall they do the sillie people crie And keepe a wofull murmur in the place The women prostrate on their faces lie And earnestly intreate the Saints for grace He rests a space and then begins againe More soberly and stretching forth his arme Holds vp a rod whose vertues he doth faine To be mostrare gainst sorceries and charmes With this saies he the soules I can recall That are condemn'd to Purgatorie fiers Downe at his feete the people kneeling fall Suing for pardon to their buried siers Then he begins with euery one apart To heare Confession how they led their liues And they declare the secrets of their heart As he demands both children men and wiues Such as bring gifts of siluer or of gold Or other things to serue their appetite He them absolues from all misdeeds of old And pardons freely all their errours quite But they frō whom poore soules he nought receiues To Purgatorie must with woe and shame And to the diuell their soules he carelesse leaues To be tormented in that purging flame Their Dinner THis Sermon done to Cloister he retires Where all the rest for dinner do attend Great worke is made to fill the hungrie Friers They euery man to seuerall office send Some in the kitchin turning spits are set Well granished with store of daintie fare Some from the Butler do the Naprie get Each to discharge his dutie hath a care Meane while the gourmonds stand with greedie eyes Readie to eate vp very boords and all In expectation till their Prior rise And from his cabin shewes himselfe i' th hall At last he comes Lord of that rabling rout Attended on with store of companie A foule fat monstrous Lubber full o' th gout Whose length and breadth of one dimension be His backe and bellie both of equall roundnesse He tumbleth forward like an emptie tunne Whose vast concauitie doth sound profoundnesse Not to be fill'd before the euenings Sunne Him all admire and stand about his seate He charges them to peace when falne at strife If any proue offending he doth threat Perpetuall prison shall consume their life Remember saies he wonted miserie In former time your hunger thirst and cold And how ye now swim in felicitie In ease and pleasure health wealth full of gold This is the way to heauen which we now leade Go to then all and thanke the God aboue Who makes you now vpon these meates to feed Then to their roomes all instantly remoue Each one makes haste that he may first sit downe And who shall haue his hand first in the dish Belching like basest Hinde and rudest clowne Throughout the house and still for more they wish Some picke the bones some licke the fallen crummes Some sit carousing in the German sort When all is done and no more victuall comes This gracelesse band i th fields themselues disport Their pastime THere they begin to wantonnize and play Among the woods and pleasant running springs With sundrie exercises all the day And euery man his instrument forth brings Some for to fish with nets and lines layed out Others to hunt bring grayhounds for the Hare Some set their snares for fowles that flie about And others to the flowrie meades repaire Whereas they iumpe and dance and loudly sing Laugh tumble sport and liue in iollitie That all the neighbouring woods with ecchoes ring Filled with the clamors of that companie But if it chance that any man of fame Should come to see their merrie exercise Then all the troupe do hide themselues for shame And backe into the Cloysters each man flies The begging Friers OVt of the towne the begging Friers flie The Countries charitie