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A01890	Babels balm: or The honey-combe of Romes religion With a neate draining and straining-out of the rammish honey thereof. Sung in tenne most elegant elegies in Latine, by that most worthy Christian satyrist, Master George Good-vvinne. And translated into tenne English satyres, by the Muses most vnworthy Eccho, Iohn Vicars.; Melissa religionis pontificiae. English	Goodwin, George, fl. 1607-1620.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1624 (1624)	STC 12030; ESTC S103245	56,801	130

Axetree of Romes Faith rowles hereupon That Peters Heire must be thy Master knowne And though a Glosse most Grosse the Text doth wrest Since Ipse dixit that must be the best This Library of God Atlas of Faith Commends condemnes at pleasure saith vnsaith But sure as Sol doth shine he 's the bold Boaster Of Pietie false-Prophet Worlds Imposter He boldly his opinions doth apply To Scriptures but ner're better'd is thereby For if thou knewst how he Christs writ doth wrest thou 'dst thinke he brow nor braine nor heart possest He is Romes Delius saith the Delphicke Sword Lifes perfect leaden Rule Gods holy Word Pliant t' each Sense Deuotions doubtfull line To false opinions facile to encline 'T is Gods owne Word that Pens of Exposition Should run with Romes Rites Practices Condition The Church Truths witnesse a dumbe witnesse sure Must learne from Romes high-Priest to speake most pure Thus this worlds Dunghill Patriarch subtill slie Expounds Gods Word most artificially But whatsoere's vnpleasant to his taste His Paraphrase must mend it in all haste O Pope Arts Prop great Master of the Muses Whose holy mouth faith into all infuses Must I O Clarke of Clarkes most learned rare Be a Disciple of thy Sacred Chaire I 'm sure of Pauls and Peters anger when Thine Oracle great Scholiast I contemne Long haue I listned let me quickly know The sacred Oracles which from thee flow Though Rude I 'm Ready thou shalt finde me free If taught new wrought from Rudenesse I may be Thus then Christ thrice bad Peter his flocke feed Ergo the Pope must supreme Head succeed Christ left his sheepe to Peter to be fed Ergo the Pope is of all Councels Head Againe to feed his Lambs Christ Peter bad Ergo from his mouth Scriptures Sense is had Feed that 's to say the worlds Vice-gerent be And let all Regall Scepters bow to thee Feed that 's as much as Curbe proscribe and kill In this sence Peter did his charge fulfill Sing holy Sir Saint Peter makes thee sit His firme Successour witnesse holy Writ On with this new-found Logicke Beautifie Thy thus got charge thy prize faire Palmes is nigh Harke now Christ said to Peter follow me Ergo he followd Christ in Emperie Peters firme faith was ne're with blasts oreblowne Ergo Popes faith eclipse hath neuer knowne To thee O Peter heauens blest Keyes were giuen Ergo the Pope them keepes as Port'r of heauen Christ praid for Peter Ergo 't is most plaine The Petrean-Parents faith must firme remaine Kill and eate Ergo Peter must be Head For that which eares that same is sure the head Vpon a Rocke Christs Church was built Therefore Peter's a Rocke the Pope his Paramour O Prince of Priests Bishop of fragrant fame Who tamelesse tam'st All heau'n hath will'd the same Prop and protect Romes Axetree with more might Lest thy Pontifike heau'n be cast downe quite Open O rare Interpreter for me Mo Scripture Nuts that I their Kernes may see Others alas giue but a glimpse of light But thy blest Lawpe giues a great Sun-beame bright To thee the Scripture freely opes her heart And to thy Cisterne doth full streames impart Apollo prompting thee thou canst conclude Ought out of ought Logicke thou hast subdude Expounding's fit for Boyes sense swims to thee Spare oyle and match thou without Light canst see If I an hundred wise Apollos had To finde thy force and fraude they 'd all run mad On farther Father sit downe in thy Chaire Thy word to weigh my prone eares I prepare To cast to Dogges things holy 't is not fit Ergo Rude people must not know Gods writ Other things when I come I will dispose Ergo th'Apostle did the Masse compose For thirty Pence our Sauiour was betraide Ergo the Hoste like Pence must needs be made Christ was a Rocke Ergo to say Masse on All Altars must be made of Rockey Stone Promise of Life to Bread not Wine was made Ergo the Wine to Laicks is gaine-said Who eates this Bread shall liue eternally Ergo for Hea'un Bread serues sufficiently Priests are i th' Church like Soldiers Sp'rituall Ergo 'gainst Hell with Songs they rore and yaull The fruitlesse Fig-tree Christ with curse did smite Ergo the Pope may curse and ban by right All men shall at his Foot-stoole Him adore Ergo the Pope must on mens backs be bore People of Priests touching the Law must aske Ergo t' expound is the Popes onely Taske An Ethnick let him bee which heares not Thee Ergo All must receiue the Popes Decree It seemed good to th' Holy Ghost and mee ●rgo the Pope Truths Horologe must bee Moses the Iewes Iarres to an end did draw Ergo the Popes Law 's liuely dead's God 's Law Christ Tribute paide for Peter Ergo than The Pope paies none but catcheth all he can O Rabbi rare Angelicall Expounder Whose sense of Sacred-Writ than all is sounder When I a Beefe kill thou the hornes shalt haue For these thy Scripture-Expositions braue The pith of Texts is knowne so well to thee That for thy vse they Parrets seeme to 〈◊〉 What 's next O shew it shoote more lightning out To scatter trembling Heretikes about Those that liue in the Flesh please not the Lord Ergo the Pope will Priests no wiues afford Melchisedech the Priest no Parents had Ergo Priests to be Parents is most bad God hath put all things vnderneath his Feete Ergo the World should be Popes slaue t is meete The Lord two great Lights made Ergo Popes Might Must be the greatest lesser Emp'rours Light First Heau'n then Earth was made Ergo I hope Caesar in pompe must come behinde the Pope The Spirit th' vnbridled Flesh must tame abase Ergo the Pope of Emperours must take place The Father is the Sucklings due Superiour Ergo a King is to the Pope Inferiour Sin-Sory Mary kist our Sauiours Feete Ergo that All the Popes feete kisse 't is meete Earths Springs sprung vp moisten the Earth againe Ergo the Pope Worlds chiefe ore all must raigne O precious Priest Worlds Master most admired Arts piller pride glory so much desired Praise-worthy Prouost of Witts crafty Schoole O the rare Fame of thy Cathedrall Stoole Saint Peters Power amazed I adore Than thy great Name I make of nothing more My thoughts are sharpe my wits are ready prest My Muse is rowz'd thy Fame to manifest Whole Academies Bay-trees bend to Thee Pallas Apollo thine Inferiours bee To thee t is giuen to know Heau'ns Mysteries Thou for pure sense art th' only Wizard-wise Another Priest i th' Priest-hood plac't with Thee Hee 's but a Calfe Thou a huge Oxe shalt bee Since I at Delphos Oracles mayn't here Thou thou alone shalt be my Delius deare A fig for all the Fathers of their light I scorne to borrow theirs by thine shines bright Thou none dost cheate nor none cheats onely Thee Thy sacred word Gods Canon Writ must be Heau'n is thy Studies Stoole thy

That vnderneath the Popes Rule Faiths Rule come The Satyres of this Booke 1 OF the Popes Supremacie 2 Of the Authoritie of the Pope of Rome 3 Of the Interpretation of the Scriptures 4 Of the false Doctrine of the Church of Rome 5 Of the blasphemous fiction of Merits and Workes of Supererogation c. 6 Of the fond fiction of Transubstantiation 7 Of the corrupt conditions and wicked liuing in the Citie of Rome 8 Of the couetous buying and selling of all things vnder the Popes power and iurisdiction 9 Of the most formidable and abominable Powder-plot by Papists with their horrible-authorized libertie to perpetrate any villany 10 Of the holy Reliqu●s Traditions and other admirable Inuentions of the Church of Rome OF THE POPES SVPREMACY THE FIRST SATYRE THE ARGVMENT Rome striues contriues how Popes may vncontrold Solely and wholly Keyes Crownes Scepters hold ROME the Worlds wonder Stage of Mitred Bands Hath Papall Power of Empire in hir Hands For heere the Pope succeeds in Peters Right Which is as cleere at Noone as 't is at Night The High-Priests Chaire heere Peter placed hath But this me thinkes smels more of Fame than Faith Heere on a seuen-fold Beast the treble Beast With triple-Crowne doth ride each solemne Feast Yea heere the Babylonish Bawd most fine A Scarlet Godhead with rich Iemmes doth shine Fie fie poore Peter and penurious Paul Doe ye not blush presumptuously to call Your selues the Popes great Grand-sires y' are to blame That you thus thinke his Holinesse to shame Alas y' are Both deceiu'd his Papall Throne Buds blowes and blossomes bigge and broad is growne Your Slaue of Slaues is now a Lord of Lords The best of Men no equall Him affords Logicke lacks Phrases to define your Pope He must haue more then Categories scope Hee 's yet not found can find or firmely say What How How great 's the Pope and Papall sway Romes power 's distinct from other powers all Of all Powers else Romes hath no Generall The Pope is peerelesse Rome knowes none more Royall This Realmes He Men surmounts past all deniall See heere Gods Steward Heau'ns Controuler great Blowne bigge with Badges swel'd with supreme Seate Stately he stalkes and walkes his Blasphemies Fill Heau'n and Earth and his mad Pride implies This monstrous Monarch Tetrach terrible Is his Flocks Wonder Thund●r horrible Religion brought forth Riches this rich Daughter Repaies her Dam with Death not long time after All Sacred things their Sacred Pope's aboue To Him nought's Sacred but Golds Sacred loue Peter t' exceede more than succeed he ioyes Tenths of his Honour none almost enioyes His Sea 's a Sea of Wealth But let me chuse A Man to grace his place This Popes refuse And why alone to Peter's this Charge giuen Why are the Rest from State and Office driuen In Paul not any many spots in Peter We find why then for Paul was 't not much meeter At least Saint Iohn whom Christ esteemed Best Ought to be priz'd preferr'd before the Rest. Yet Peter ne're was deckt with Iems and Gold Was no Key-keeper no Sword-bearer bold Rode not with Strappes and Trappes in Scarlet Gownes Not dawb'd with Pearles or Princely golden Crownes Peter Colleague-ship with the Priests desires The Pope ●o be the Prince of Priests aspires Peter was ne're attir'd Centurion-like Peters Successor oft times Caesar-like Meekenesse gaue to Saint Peter Primacy An humble mind was his Priority Peter a Fisher Peters Impe a Fighter A Stone was Peters Throne the Heau'ns his Mitre And what was Paul euen equall to the best Greater than he not any of the rest Yet he for Christs sake ioyes in bonds and blowes Ergô the Pope is greater than Both Those Christ of a Heauenly not an earthly Throne Had the Fee-simple Peter other None If Christ had heere no Kingdome how should Hee Place Peter where Himselfe would neuer be And is 't not strange Heau'ns Kingdomes Key should ope The doores of Earthly Kingdomes to the Pope He which so grossely guls beguiles each Nation Besots himselfe with Reasons depriuation Alas fond Flash ô earthly glory shallow What wry-waies by-waies tak'st thou Christ to follow Alas they void not Christs but Worlds offence Which vse to chuse such carnall sottish Sence What Christ prescribes That Anti-Christ proscribes Is 't like that Christ this Function him ascribes What Right of Title Titles-Right is there Where nought but Shew of Title doth appeare As Spend-thrifts boast of Title All being gone So insubstantiate Shades Popes build vpon He faineth Christ but followes Satan still Serues God in Words denies him in his Will Th' Apostate Priest sits oft in Peters Chaire Whom to call Pope not Pius we may dare As Polypus sticks to each Rocke of 's shape And by that craft few fish his Iawes doe scape So forging faining Peter Christ Faiths Rocke His Pseudo-founded Faith th'vnwise doth mocke The Ground-worke's hid the top is seene to all To what end tend these wiles Pontificall The reason 's plaine and Pluto's paths lye ope What of this false Profession is the Scope Now then behold the Popes Monarchike might Which Hee by Christs allowance claimes as Right This Heau'nly Vice-roy Peters proper Heire Christs office holds sits shines in Peters Chaire The supreme Bishop awelesse lawlesse quite An Earthly god a two-leg'd monstrous Wight Beyond all Beings great beyond Relation The Court the Church he rules by vsurpation Wheth'r Anti-Christ Lesse-Christ or Other-Christ With Christ his Rule by right must needs be high'st In vnder For Christ all Power heere in Heau'n To this Key-keeper Rockey Father's giuen Thus writ that Faith-lesse frantike Fauourite Vnfit great Iewell for thy opposite And why may not the Pope as worthy claime The honour due to great Iehouah's Name Why maist not call him Iupiter Earth's Thunder Yea Elohim the Worlds great God of Wonder Vnto the Mount that Mounte-banke saies plaine I lift mine Eyes which doth my state sustaine That all the World must bow to th' Pope of Rome Who e're beleeues not he to hell doth doome As at a becke the Lord of heauen rules All So here his Sheepe the Pope hath at a call This Priestly Pilot for the Church 't is knowne Is like a Ship Christs Ship can rule alone He which the Popes pipe knowes not perfectly Is none of this great Shepheards Sheepe surely Others Rule 's finite his is infinite Theirs but a Beame of his All-supreme Light His patent Prouince both for Grace and Place Specious and spacious bowes before his face As with huge Waues the Sea small dewes doth sup So his great Power lesse Powers deuoures drinks vp Therefore He in submission to him holds Captaines Commanders Shepheards Sheepe Sheepe-folds He 's poore can count his flockes this Shepheard great Hath farre moe Sheepe than foode for them to eate Councels and sacred Synods he excels An hyperbolicke-Priest in Gods house dwels This Romish Briareus Hydra fell For Hands and Head to rule doth all excell To

thee telling thy foule crimes And canst thou then other folkes faults forgiue Thou canst thine owne then howsoere they liue Thou canst indeed absolue Absoluers Why Heau'ns kingdomes Key betweene thy lips doth lie For something all things thou 'lt forgiue to All Which for Romes ioyfull Iubiles doe call Thou 'lt loose Omissiue and Commissiue sinne And could Christs Passion greater glory win Canoniz'd Saints are surely sau'd thou 't say Thy selfe vnsure would'st certainly display Dost thou know others yet thy selfe much doubt Are thy eyes bright abroad At home put out Wouldst be beleeu'd but not Thy-selfe beleeue Though wise to others thou 'lt thy selfe deceiue See here the triple Crownes decree deuine See Popes Petrean-faith Saint Peters Shrine Art thou not right Bezalels typed Temple Babel Gods Arke may heare with like example Of this Browne-Bran for here 's not least fine Flower Dogmaticke dunghils Popes to make haue power What need I name each worship-new vaine Rite Whereby true worship is euen buried quite Romes Mother-Church is big with foolerie With faithlesse Faith and impious Pietie For the most part Papisme is Paganisme Fertile yea ranke in rotten new-found Schisme O impious Idolizing Papists graue Is God your God who many Gods may haue Whiles you lie snorting th' Enuious Man keeps watch And Satan so you oft with scoffes doth catch Vaine silly Superstition songs doth mutter And dayly Prayers by numbred Beads doth vtter But I shall shew in more conuenient place The noyse and toyes of Romish Quires most base Meane while What does our Clergie-Master see How playes he Peters part How flockes Feeds he Surely this Care who will may take in hand Himselfe i th' Church treble-Head-Stone doth stand And in this Sense I say and euer shall The Pope's a Rocke liuely Grammaticall And I will wager now with any one That than the Pope Nothing 's more like a Stone He 's hush in Words but Swords he 'le brandish braue In Loue Stone-heart in Hate Wraths part he 'le haue He sends forth Threats suspends milke Teats and thus Fauours Gods flock thus is Religious Paul sure that Patterne of a Pastor good Nor Peter thus their dueties vnderstood Doubtlesse whilst he Kingdomes loose shackles shakes His Kings most blinde to Warres and Iarres he makes While these his restlesse Cares all rest deny Iustly this loue sleight sacred Cares may fly If thou reuise each annuall act and deed None of them shew one Pope his flocks to feed And this Vice-Christ herein Christ imitates With a few Loaues thousands he satiates Good Shepheards more than Life their Flocks doe prize The Pope his Flockes vnder all vilifies Ah ignorant base dull blinde vulgar Rout To whom the Lampe of Light and Truth 's put out O how your day is darknesse Guides misguide Hearts rough Minde tough Hope vaine Faith foolified Thousand Goth-like Vandall-like villanies Mongst thousands of Popes people Tyrannize At Rome huge bands of Vagrants vaine there be Which breake Christs Sabbaths in loose company Shepheards may keepe the Erymanthean Beare As well as Popes Christs Flocks deuoyd of care He which i th' Church will haue nor Blinde nor Lame In holy'st duties he 's in Both the same Implicite faith to hold they hold most holy And Ignorance chiefe Pietie not Folly This is no holy Fatling but leane lanke This is not Peoples power but Poyson ranke Thus in Soule-captiu'd flocks is Popes delight Like the Cyclopean Troops bereft of sight Whilst he by Images would people teach Himselfe 's an Image he 'le not to them preach While his externall Temple's glorious gay He suffers Gods true Temple to decay And while he may wallow in worldly pelfe Farewell poore Christ He 's neerest to himselfe Yea fare thou well that thy Priest well may be For if thou first doe well then sure will he Bread to be made of Stones with Stygian skill And men t'eate Stones in Statues is his will Cease Questionist t' enquire of faith sincere Rome holds it fittest faith confounded were This high Priest of Romes sacred Rites indeed His feeble flockes with frothy milke doth feed Impostour Pastor Doctor Deceiuer great Is there in thy Sheep-fold such holy meat Whiles thou dost thus soules feed or rather starue Giue Satan Them the Rest to thee reserue Since in Gods Church th' art rough Marpesias rocke Why then should stupid I trust such a stocke Should men thee trust as thou thy selfe dost trust Trust me who trusts thee is a mad man iust People trust Priests Priests Bishops trust I hope Prelates trust Councels Councels trust the Pope Let all opinions t' ones opinion trust Then but one flocke one faith needs be there must Is This faiths golden Syntaxe firmely true Commend it first t' a Turke or faithlesse Iew. Now great Priests-Prelate by thy mitred pleasure Declare mo Confectaries of thy Treasure If thou faiths Cacodocuments wilt shew me A triple-fitted Crest I le wish vnto thee Rome being drunke with sacred Saints deare blooe Worshippeth Saints with Rites ne're vnderstood Truely thou sayst and we the Truth must trust Thou then when I speake true beleeue me must The Popes by rules of Romes Religion old Farre lesse loue Saints than Strumpets base and bold Vnder Christs name many foule contraries To Christ this cunning craftsman doth deuise On Satans Boxes he subscribes Christs name With paliated Fraud Gods Flocke to shame The people eate poyson with paint surrounded And venome drinke with Antidotes compounded Vice-Christ adores Christs name not Deitie Keeps lesse of Christs than Peters memorie To Peter Temples Feasts Fasts makes erects Peter to be Faiths Rocke he most affects Peter aliue would not be worshipt Now To 's Image as to God being dead they bow The Saints aliue were clad in meane aray Their pictures Puppet-like are wondrous gay A Maide is made Mans Sauiouresse diuine And She by right her Sonne can ought enioyne Nor is Romes sect the Mother 's so ador'd With Christs as Maries worshippers so stor'd Heau'ns kingdome Christ did with his Mother share Kept halfe himselfe and halfe to her did spare Gods Daughter by pure fruite of most pure birth Excels the louely Lillies of the Earth Fairer then Phiebus than full Phoebe whiter Cleerer than Starres than braue Aurora brighter Seas Starre Suns Patronesse Heau'ns golden-gate Transparent Spring Rose most intemerate Poore wretches Ioy Anchor Hauen blest Blast Hope And What Not Is Shee to th' plumbeous Pope She which to th' World brought forth the promis'd Seed Tooke from the World almost what Eue did breed The Pope falne backe to Heretikes old Toyes Heresies fragments to re-boile much ioyes In golden Cups Hee deadly poyson quaffes And in braue Bowles to slay poore Soules He laughes Is Christ Med'atour Why then seek'st thou More Yes Popelings thousands haue thousands adore O fond besotted Papists deafe dull blinde Can one such madnes 'mongst the Heathen find This Hellish Hangman Mart'ricide most fierce Worshippeth many a Martyrs painted Herse This Faiths

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 Prot●-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