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Babylon blazon'd, or, The Jesuit jerk'd a satyr.
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Oldham, John, 1653-1683.
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BABYLON BLAZOND OR THE JESUIT JERKD A Satyr Tristius haud illis monstrum nec saevior ulla Pestis ira Dei Stygiis sese extulit undis Virgil. Aenead Lib. 3. LONDON Printed for William Leach at the Crown in Cornhil MDCLXXXI AScend Alecto from thy Den and come Just as thou look'st in that Infernal Home Fell Fury fire my Fancy for I have More Cause than Poet e're had yet to Rave Thou art my Muse thy Snakes my Lawrels are Inspir'd by thee I 'll Rome's Intrigues declare Then to thy intermitted Task retire And pay the Jesuits their Arrears of Fire A Jesuit old Satan's Envoy is Sent to succeed the Snake of Paradise For when the fatal stroke of Adam's Loss Was healed by the Great Theanthropos And that first Argument of hellish Power Was quite Confuted by a Saviour Then baffled Lucifer no answer had Till he a Jesuit his Rejoynder made By whom he hopes compleatly to renew The Battle and once more Mankind undo Plotting his old Dominion to make good By false Implicit Faith or Fire and Blood That catches Fools and these destroy the Wise Thus all Mankind are equally his Prize ' Shut your Eyes close believe me and you 'l see ' Th' Ignatian cries the way t' Eternity ' Deny all Reason misbelieve your Sense ' Church cannot erre be that your Confidence ' Pin on your Sleeve your Faith and tho' you 'r blind ' Take but fast hold and follow us behind 'Our open Eyes the way for both will find This Wine and Wafer now are common Food But a few words shall make 'em Flesh and Blood And though they still the self same things appear Yet is Christs very Blood and Body here Such plain Impostures such bold Cheats as these Can surely none but Fools or Madmen please The Snake of Paradice play'd fairer far With Adam's Wife and more upon the square He call'd an Apple Apple bid her see How fair the Fruit desirable the Tree The Jesuit's tricks would ne're have ta'ne with Eve She saw and felt before she did believe Besides he told her that 't would make her wise But these the grossest Ignorance advise And thus we lose our selves b ' a greater cheat Than what the Devil us'd in Eve's Defeat Thus we our Sense and Reason lay aside To take an old Ambitious Pope for Guide Thus we turn Stocks and Ideots and then Become good Cath'licks ceasing to be men As if the only way to save our Souls Were to be easie Slaves or senseless Fools To all this fond Credulity we 're hurld By slavish Fears about a burning World So to be sure to feel no torment there First strip our selves of all our Senses here Now my Alecto let 's advance and view The frauds that lurk under Religious shew For though to Heav'n their fair pretences swell The root lies deep and dark as is thy Cell No Heathen Lawgiver no Pagan Priest Could er'e with such mysterious Wiles infest The superstitious Multitude for they Are still most apt to fear they know not why No Cabalist of State could er'e trapan With such firm subtlety as Rome's Divan And First lest Holy Church should chance to float Without a last Appeal in endless doubt You must with dumb Obedience still repair Unto Rome's holy Apostolick Chair That that 's Infallible and cannot erre This bold Assumption keeps more in awe Than Numa with his feign'd Egeria For though it seems at points of Faith to aim ` T is to be uncontroulably Supreme Get universal Def'rence and Create A close dependance on the Roman Seat Branding on all damnable Heresie That dare oppose the Apostolick See Or Rome's Political Divinity Rome's Doctrine is a secular Device Mere trick of State in rev'rend Disguise Th' ambitious Spawn of latter Centuries And tho' it proudly boast an ancient Line From Peter 't is of basest Origine A Priestly Brat by them Ingendred on Ignorance Fear and Superstition These three completely make the Triple Crown And still support old Rome's Imperial Throne How silly do the Priests by help of these Make men believe and then do what they please How solemnly they dazle vulgar Eyes With fine mysterious holy Vanities Whose Ceremonious Pomp strikes awful dread In fools that by their Eyes and Ears are led But should I here endeavour to declare The num'rous Gimcracks of the Romish Fair Their mystick Idols consecrated Bawbles Feign'd Miracles and monstrous holy Fables How dead Saints Relicks cure the Gout and Ptisick And are like Aegypts Mummy us'd for Physick How they can scare the Devil with a stench As young Tobias did to get the Wench In telling this I might as tedious be As the return of their next Jubilee But these are petty Trifles pretty Toys Tricks to catch Women gaping Fools and Boys They have devices of a larger Size Traps to ensnare the Wary and the Wise. And if you chance to boggle at the Bait They curse and cry Damnation be your Fate And then you swallow it at any rate Oh! what a melancholy dismal Story They roar in dying Ears of Purgatory That rather than the affrighted Wretch will burn So long he 'l all his Gold to Masses turn Thus Ecclesiastick Chymists you 'd admire Make real Gold by a fictitious Fire Next extreme Unction comes from whence the Priest Gets the most good by greasing in the Fist But of all Cheats that necessary are Unto Salvation Auricular Confession bears the Bell and seems to me Next to Infallible Supremacy It wears a holy Vail but underneath Is Shame and Slavery far worse than Death The Priest may tyrannize without Controul That knows the guilty secret of the Soul So when the Gentle Sex Confession makes That they have often sinn'd upon their Backs How easily the Priest comes in for snacks And shrievs the pretty Pen'tent Alamode No trick like a Jure Divino Fraud Thus are their chiefest Doctrines plain Device Pimp to their Pride their Lust and Avarice In Holy Apostolical Disguise In short the whole mysterious Cheat doth lye In Superstition and Idolatry Two Spurious Graffs Set in the Tree of Life Religion By whose luxurious Branches 't is o'regrown To such a monstrous Disproportion That the first Planters would it quite disown Religion like a modest Rural Maid No artificial Dress no Fucus had But was in Native Innocency clad Till in Rome's Court she ceased to be such Thence sprang her Infamy and first Debauch There laying plain simplicity aside She grew to lazie Wantonness and Pride Yet still some modesty confin'd her home Nor rambled she beyond the Walls of Rome Till proud of her successful Charms she grew Ambitious greatest Monarchs to subdue So by deceitful Arts sh'enlarg'd her Power And made them Slaves that she had serv'd before Then wisely some the Vassalage forsook Others repin'd as weary of the Yoke She jealous lest her Universal Sway Should lessen and her former Fame decay 'Mongst others did the Schoolmens Pen employ To vindicate her Truth and Honesty Schoolmen who ransack Sciences and Arts To prove with pains that they are Fools of parts So these her Honour justify'd in Words As bully Jesuits plot to do with Swords But both in vain for 't is concluded on Their Mistress is the Whore of Babylon Shift shift the Scene Alecto Fury Fiend Wake all thy Snakes and make this Tragick End By Hellish Art raise up in dark Cabal The Pope a Jesuit and Cardinal Thy self place in the middle raving wood With Poysons Pistols Daggers Fire and Blood Now let this Scene start into sudden sight By gloomy Flashes of sulphureous Light There let his Holiness's Face appear Full of deep Counsel weighty thought and care Whilst each of you in awful silence hears The sacred Oracle with humble Ears Was it for this my ample Power was giv'n For this have I the Keys of Hell and Heaven In vain I boast of a Supremacy And call my Chair the Universal See A little Nest of Hereticks cut off From Europe's Earth at all my power doth laugh Who though they kindly could decline to be A Bar to ballance Gallick Tyranny Yet still oppose my Holy Monarchy False Agents heartless Traiterous have you So often sworn by Sacramental Vow Or to Convert this Island or undo Was your Commission scant did I deny Plenipotentiary Villany Have not I null'd Divine and Humane Laws That without Let you might promote the Cause Heav'ns Laws though fix'd by an Eternal Seal Stoop and are liable to my Repeal Moses once broke these Tables often I Not to prevent but fix Idolatry Thus had your large Commission no restraint Nor did you Apostolick Blessing want Nay more the blackest Crimes in you were Merit For which all others endless Flames inherit So Treasons Murders Perjuries became Sure Monuments of your Eternal Fame So Nature's Course was chang'd yet nothing's done T' Advance the Catholick Religion Be gone Slave fly Delude with crafty Words If they prove vain use Poyson Fire and Swords Make better work on 't or I swear by th' Mass And the Divinity of holy Cross These chance unlucky Words broke all the Spell They vanisht and Alecto sunk to Hell FINIS One of the Furies of hell Ovid. God and Man Purgatory An Emperor of Rome and a pretended Goddess Lucius Flor. Tobit 8. 3. Turning to the Iesuit