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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53191	The pope's farwel, or, Queen Ann's dream containing a true prognostick of her own death : together with the extirpation of popery out of these realms by King Edward the 6th, but especially by Queen Elizabeth of ever-blessed memory : being translated out of a book written in her reign, and by her allowed to be printed / written originally in Latine verse by Mr. Christopher Ockland, and printed in the year 1582 ; together with some few remarques upon the late plot, or non-con-conspiracy.; Eirēnarchia. English	Ocland, Christopher, d. 1590?	1680 (1680)	Wing O128A; ESTC R10404	2,582	10

THE POPE'S Farwel OR Queen Ann's Dream Containing a true Prognostick of her own Death Together with the extirpation of Popery out of these Realms by King Edward the 6 th but especially by Queen Elizabeth of ever-blessed memory Being Translated out of a Book Written in her Reign and by her allowed to be Printed Written Originally in Latine Verse by Mr. Christopher Ockland and Printed in the Year 1582 Together with some few REMARQUES Upon the Late PLOT OR Non-Con-Conspiracy ENTRED according to Order Printed by J. M. for T. W. a true lover of the Church of England as now Establish'd by Law THE Pope's Farewel Or Queen Ann's Dream WHen Arcto's does the Northern Pole disclose When Men and Dogs and Mortals all repose Then Morpheus in my Unkle's shape appears Who had been dead and bury'd several Years His Head was ball'd his face o're-grown with Hair He calls to me Dear Daughter do not fear I am your Unckle though you be a Queen VVho dwell in Regions never to be seen By Mortal Eyes where life is truly so Free'd from all grief debauch and worldly woe To live at this rate is indeed to live To live a Mortal I would little give Then haste I pray you come and be a Bride T' our Saviour Christ Come all ye Saints beside VVho lives in Heaven and has Built the Skies There to bestow upon His Flock a Prize Peace and true Ioys with Rest for evermore Free from all Change this is the Prize in store What profit honours here upon the Earth Or Princes Glory is 't not the Peoples Breath What profit Riches or the best attire Since whence they sprang they all must turn to mire Can they give health or can they change the mind Where Satan and mens lusts are both combin'd To crush the Soul or will pale Death be brib'd By these to stay and lay its Darts aside All things are fading which from Earth do spring Look you to Heaven there behold your King But why should I thus speak Good Queen attend I onely come to tell you as a Friend That Hellish envy lurks in Princes Courts ' Midst all their Games Divertizements and Sports And look where any 's great and does excell In Vertue those it always aims to quell 'T is still contriving never out of breath Still closely aiming at its Objects Death Englands Great King having of late discry'd The See of Rome their projects and their pride Commands forthwith that none shall it obey In his Dominions or the Pope bear sway Nor shall hereafter hither send his Bulls To pick up Gain from ill-taught empty Sculls Now tho' the Pope be Bannish'd hence he sends Such as by right or wrong may serve his ends These lurk in Court nor can they be secure Whilst you are Queen or put their Plots in ure Therefore they seek to take away your life By right or wrong and so to end the strife But once within these Two Years they shall find That Popish Images will be Confin'd To Fiery Flames and all the Temples freed In Brittains Isle from such a noysome Weed Oh happy England who art not confin'd To worship Stocks and Stones thus did the blind Whilst Aegypts King had never known a God They worshipt Leeks now this you 'l say was odd But you Oh Queen shall never live to see This happy Change this grand Catastrophe Yet still the Dregs of Romes foul superstition Shall not be fully purg'd out of this Nation Till pious Edward Ruleth in this Isle Then Rome Farewel farewel I say a while For seaven Summers finish out his reign Then comes Queen Mary Rome returns again Now he who dares the sacred VVrit to read In his own Tongue for that offence must Bleed Or he that dares to thwart the See of Rome Has forthwith Fire and Faggot for his Doom But by your Child Eliza's bearing sway These wrongs shall cease and Papists post away The Pope to Tybers shore will be Confin'd Not suffer'd here t'infatuate the Blind But there to vend his Knacks and foolish toys To those h'as made more ignorant than Boys For Here his Power and all his Pride must end Believe Me as your Unckle and your Friend Hence he will rage and fret and fume and tare And seek t'imbroyl You in a Civil War The Virgin Queen your Daughter he will try By secret Arts and Methods to Destroy But all in vain for GOD will Her Defend In Peace and Plenty to her utmost end Yet notwithstanding he will rage and fume Allotting Hell not Heaven for the Doom Of all her loyal Subjects Yet shall she The onely Glory of all Women be But You my Off-spring never think to find The Fates on earth so generous and Kind For Heavens Great Maker will e're long call You From earthly pomp to bid the world adieu Yet ne'r regret this Change for where You 'l go There is no tears no sorrow pain or woe The place is Heaven where you 'l find such Ioys As if compar'd will prove all other toys Then be Couragious do not faint my Dear Although my Message seem perchance severe For gentle Queen your Glass is almost Run Yet Thirty Days and you 'l be Dead and gone But let this cheer you Your Eliza shall Credit her Father You her Self and All. FINIS SOMNII THus ends this Hero's Dream or Prophesie Which Ages since have found to be no Lye Nor ought it longer for to be conceal'd Since all things prov'd true as they was Reveal'd VVhat then means fear of Popery in this Nation 'Cause Faith with Atheists is quite out of fashion Neither will Non con whate're Sect he be Credit Great Coesar or the DEITY He promiseth to Rule by Law but they In spight of him base Rebells would bear sway He Pardons pardons worse than Iews or Turks Like God his Mercy 's over all his VVorks O happy England thou may'st gladly sing That ever Charles the Second was thy King A Prince so wise so kind so good and just As none but Infidels could him distrust Or in his God-like Monarchy plot Treason VVith any colour justice sence or reason Sure Men turn Bedlams in this Isle of late VVhilst nought but Blood-shed can appease their hate Ah me and therefore must the best of Kings And 's Brother Dye who ever heard such things VVonder of wonders all Sects did agree To act this Heathenish Hellish Tragedy But blessed be th' immortal God on high VVho from his Throne all Mischiefs does discry And has reveal'd t' our Soveraign King below Now to distinguish 'twixt his Friend and Foe Then let all loyal Hearts such Mercies prize And laud and praise the Soveraign of the Skies Who has t' our Gracious King in time reveal'd That treason which base Rebells long conceal'd And let all pious souls for this Great thing Pray from their Hearts God save and bless the King FINIS A Description of the Night * The God of Sleep * Solomon * Henr● 8. * Writts of Excommunication * Q. Ann. * Edw. 6. * The Bible * Q. Eliz. * A River in Italy * Q. Eliz. * Q. Ann. K Char. 2. D. of Y.