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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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The Iesuits Miracles or new Popish VVonders Containing the Straw the Crowne and the VVondrous Child with the confutation of them and their follies MIRACVLOSA EFFIGIES R.P. HENRICI GARNETI SO tis IESV MARTYRIS ANGLIAE 3d MAII 1606 CVM G ET PRIVIL SING DE BUSS Printed at London for C.P. and R.I. and are to be sold at his shop in Fleetstreet neere the Conduit 1607. To the Reader Gentle Reader A good mind be thy leader And then so led Be thou with contentment fed An honest loue Doth me thus to writing moue Accept and then VVell rewarded is my pen. But pleas'd if not Equally deuide the lot Indeed my Muse A blunt souldiers words doth vse Here in this booke Do for Popish VVonders looke A slocke of Dawes Gaping skip at painted strawes And Aesops Asse Creates greatly wondrous Grasse A little Child With wonders great fooles beguild These thousands more Are the ragges of Popish store VVhat I haue done Thus doth to thy iudgement ronne And I am still Thy good friend and euer will That in thy hart To God and King faithfull art Thus thine euer Or else neuer R.P. The Iesuits Miracles SVch honest minds as do desire to laugh When idle fools their foolish parts do play Let them herein peruse that broken staffe Where on proud Rome her shartered hopes doth lay And smiling then say thus time happen shall And that ere long when Dagon downe must fall The Sea of Rome growne to so low an ebbe To raise her fall doth vainly shifts deuise The Pope to spin his spitefull Spiders webbe Mainetaines a doctrine diuellish teaching lies For when on his proud head destruction comes For helpelesse helpe to miracles he runs Great Brittons Ile when on her fruitfull brest Hell breathed forth corruptions poysoned slime And bloudy Romes adherents did their best To make their hellish hopes aloft to clime When at their top of height heauen them so cheks That helborne Climers breake their traytrous necks Then of that troope Cerberus their captaine chiefe Whose counsell did each secret ill direct False traytor Garnet that soule murthering thiefe His treason did each treasons plot protect Vpon his trust did damned sinne relie With hope to bring to passe Arch villanie When God was pleas'd at last to bring to light That twentie yeares concealed close kept deuell Who for the Pope with craft and greatest might Had closely wrought in framing workes of euill When Iustice him most iustly did surprise Marke on his part what hell did thus deuise Finding himselfe with danger round beset He standing still men say that thus he sayd In Gods name come my life shall pay the debt Which must I know to God by death be payd In forcest he then himselfe did humbly yeeld Whose deadly poyson would the world haue kild But where his right foote firmely fixed was In beaten path hard smooth and boordlike plaine Euen in that place this wonder came to passe A wondrous grasse sprang forth a lie certaine Twelue inches long two broad and then and there That Grasse was seene most false three crowns to beare From hence it comes our Papists vainely thinke That triple Crowned grasse did plainely show Though holy Garnet chanced then to sinke The Pope should yet to mightie greatnesse grow For Garnets death had force his cause to nourish And by his death Romes sea should freshly flourish Who so beleeues this Popish bold facest lie That 's grounded on suppos'd admired Grasse May fatly feed his follies foolerie Yet liue indeed a very leane fed Asse But falshood doth such thrid-bare stuffe compound As that thereby it doth it selfe confound This forged tale may tell as I consider The scarlet whore of bloud-desiring Rome Her pompeous pride like scatterd grasse shall wither And to destructions iudgement shortly come And that in Brittons famous Monarchie In Garnets fall Rome downe cast falne doth lie But more then this by him did strangely hap For aye to crowne his painted vertues name Oh wondrous was his threefold crowned cap His substance was the child of shamelesse fame His life and death in very Popish troth Did bring admired lying wonders forth For when he died oh thing most strange to tell To a Taylors wife a scipping silkmans beares A straw whereof bloud from a traytor fell She thereon weepes ruthfull deuotions teares To sight thereof she then her husband brings And ouer it a mournefull durge he sings This holy rellicke whilst they say she kept Some craftier knaue then her poore plaine goseman To see that straw deuoutly stealing crept And well to search each part thereof began At last whil'st he to looke himselfe inclines Behold forsooth a miracle he finds For though not in the inward huske or rine Garnets dead face at London bridge appeares This wonder proues he was indeed diuelline And all his workes for treason doubtlesse cleares Some Popish painter cunningly did trace On Garnets straw false Garnets trayterous face But would you runne that strange made straw to see And not for truth a Popish lie beleeue It 's gone to Rome there safely kept to be The Pope must weare it on his golden sleeue But zeales hot fire wisely to asswage Let fooles trudge to it in paultring pilgramage False as themselues this lie by them is coynd They 'le first picke strawes ere lying wonders loose Deceit haue they with falshood falsly ioyn'd Lies to maintaine they brasen lies must choose To force beliefe by falshoods forsworne prate Papists dare boldly wrong both Prince and State Let Pope and Papists close together ioyne Falsly to paint a Popish painted grace Let still their wits false truthlesse wonders coyne By painting strawes with traytor Garnets face And let them lie with flintie impudence In hell is placest their certaine recumpence Garnet misnam'd of Iesus order hight A Iesuit knowne and Iesuit fiercely they Gainst Iesus Christ do with proud boldnesse fight And striue on earth heauens blessed Saints to slay All Popish Iesuits seeming saintie Doth chiefly worke vild treasons villanie Garnet their Martyr whom they please to paint Him onely for a painted martyr take He was euen such a martyr as a Saint Such Saints and Martyrs Popes haue power to make He dies no Saint whose death maintaines a lie Nor are they Martyrs that for treason die But Garnet dead he for his treason died False was his heart desiring guiltlesse bloud Equiuocations force his cunning tried Thereby to make his hel-borne actions good Fondly thinke not for him strange strawes to see Not worth a straw such patcht vp wonders be But her 's the iest new strawes are painted now As if thereon two faithlesse faces stood Rightly to paint the painter well knew how For Garnet had two faces in one hood Equiuocation his double face did cloake Equiuocating himselfe at last did choake Pope Cardinals Papists blush all with shame To see your Iesuits lying shamelesse drift By miracle to crowne a traytors name With martyrdome and by so vild a shift Painting a
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