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A55426
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Room for a ballad, or, A ballad for Rome being a continuation of the Catholick ballad inviting to popery, upon the grounds and reasons that could ever yet be produced.
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Pope, Walter, d. 1714.
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1675
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Wing P2915; ESTC R30115
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Room for a Ballad OR A Ballad for Rome BEING A Continuation of the Catholick Ballad inviting to Popery Upon the best Grounds and Reasons that could ever yet be produced To an Excellent Tune called The Powdâ—â— plot Wonder not that the Scarlet Whore appears With her Devices in Red Characters Since through the World 't is sadly understood That Popery is always Writ in Blood FRom Infallible Rome once more I am come With a budget of Catholick ware Shall dazle your Eyes and your Fancies surprize To embrace a Religion so rare Oh! the Love and Good-will of his Holiness still What will he not doe for to save ye If such pains and such Art cannot you Convert 'T is pitty but Old Nick should have ye Now our Priests are run down and our Jesuits aground And their Arguments all prove invalid See here he hath got an unheard of New Plot To Proselite you with a Ballad Then lay by your Jeers and Prick up your Ears Whilst I unto you do display The advantage and worth the Truth and so-forth Of the Roman Catholick way If you did but behold the Faith and the Gold Of which Holy Church is possest You would never more stray in th' Heretical way But flye to her Lap to be blest The Pope is the Head and doth Peter succeed Pray come away faster and faster He succeeds him 't is true but would you know how 'T is only in denying his Master He 's Infallible too what need more ado And ever had Truth in possession For though once Mob Ioan Ascended the Throne The same was no breach of Succession Our Church and no other is the Reverend Mother Of Christians throughout the whole Earth Though Older they be perhaps far than she Yet they must owe unto her their Birth Our Faith is so great so sound and Compleat It scorneth both Scripture and Reason And builds on Tradition sometimes Superstition And oft-times Rebellion and Treason Our strict purity is plain to each eye That Catholick Countreys views For there to suppress the sins of the Flesh Sodomy is in use and the Stews The second Part to the same Tune Our Zeal has been felt where ever we dwelt On all that our Doctrine deny 〈◊〉 have a Suspition we make Inquisition â—nd straight the poor Hereticks Fry 〈◊〉 they may Plead or their Scriptures Read We value them all not a pin 〈◊〉 best Argument that we can invent 〈◊〉 with Fire and Sword to begin â—rost Godly way whatever they say Since it their Salvation obtains â—â—kes them Orthodox with blows and with knocks 〈◊〉 hammers Faith into their brains God we can make of a thin Wafer Cake â—nd eat him up when we have done 〈◊〉 Drop of the Cup Lay-men must not sup For the Priests Guzles that all alone We have terrible Bulls and Pardons for Gulls Holy Water to Scar-crow the Devil â—ith Consecrate Swords take them on our words They shall make the Great Turk be Civil We have Saints great store and Miracles more With Martyrs a great many from Tyburn â—â—â—ty Nuns that dwell mew'd up in a Cell As Chast as Night walkers of Holbourn We have Holy Blood we have Holy wood A Ship-load or some such matter We have Holy Bones and some Holy Stones VVould make an Old Ladies Chops water We have Holy men seen but now and then Monks Abbots and Capuchin Fryars With Merits so great they can buy one a Seat In Heaven or else they are Lyars 〈◊〉 all you that would sure Salvation procure And yet still live as you list 〈◊〉 but mutter and Pray and say as we say And your Catholicks good as e're P We are brisk and free and always agree Allowing our selves to be jolly 〈◊〉 the Puritan tricks of dull Hereticks VVe count but Fanatical Folly â—â—â—aring and Whoreing Drinking and Roaring All those are but Venial Transgressions â—â—e Murthering of Kings and such pretty things Are easily Absolv'd in Confession 〈◊〉 short Pennance doth wipe away Sin And there is an end of all trouble Which having dispatcht you may fall too 't agen And safely your wickedness double Bring a good round Sum Sins past and to come Shall presently be forgiven But this you must know before you do go The Excize runs high upon Heaven For we have the Price of every Vice Assest at a certain Rate So near at a word we do them afford Not a Penny thereof we can Bate But if you 're content a while to be pent And in Purgatory purged A smaller Spell shall preserve you from Hell And keep you from being Scourged Though you have liv'd a Devil in all kind of Evil Bequeath but a Monastery And Angels your Soul without Controul To Abraham's Bosome shall Carry Nor need you to fear who have bought Lands dear That were Holy Churches before Wee 〈…〉 for Life but for your Souls health At your Death you must them Restore Thus Popery you see will kindly agree If you will it but Embrace But if you delay there 's so many i' th way ' That you will hardly get a good Place The Critical Time is now in the Prime See how Holly Mother does smile And spreading her Arms to preserve you from harms So gladly would you Reconcile To which purpose behold do but tell out your Gold And all Things in readiness be For the next Year his Holiness we hear Doth intend a Jubilee You that Pardons would have or Indulgence crave To ROME to ROME be Trudging And do not contemne good Advice from a Friend Nor take his Ballad in dudgeon FINIS Printed for Benjamin Harris at the Stationers Armes in Swithins-Alley near the Royal Exchange †A Time when the POPE useth to grant General Pardons c. Formerly kept only every Fiftyth Year But now that his Hâ—linesses Market might the oftner Return It is observed every Twenty-fifth Year which happens to be the approaching Year 1675. And I wish that all Factious or Designing Prists and Poplings would be packing thither to observe It that we might be rid of them having more occasion for their Room then their Company