Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	church_n	faith_n	rome_n	4,081	5	7.0107	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27814	Babel and Bethel, or, The Pope in his colours the Church of Englands supplication to His Majesty our gracious Sovereign, the true defender of the faith, to protect her from all the machinations of Rome and its bloody emissaries.		1680 (1680)	Wing B244; ESTC R34189	2,582	1

BABEL and BETHEL or The POPE in his Colours WITH The Church of Englands Supplication to his Majesty our gracious Soveraign the true Defender of the Faith To protect her from all the Machinations of Rome and its bloody Emissaries Rome's Scarlet whore doth here in Tryumph Ride And Spurns off Soveraign Crowns in Height of Pride Poor Christians and brave Citties too shee Burns And Stabbs and Poisons daily serve her Turns Behold our Church like Esther here doth tender Her Supplications to the Faiths Defender In vain Rome Plots whilst Charles the Scepter Sways May Sled and Gibbet end all Traitors Days SCarce had bright Truth with an enliv'ning Ray Chac'd the black Mists of Ignorance away Restor'd the Gospel and our Souls set free From slavish Chains of New Idolatrie But all the Pow'rs of Darkness did unite And club their hellish Mists t' Eclipse that Light As when from Egypts Thraldom Israel came Led by a Cloud by day by night a Flame Straight cruel Pharaoh did Gods Flock pursue Till the Seas Billows all his Host o'rethrew So in the early Reformations dawn When Englands Church had seas'nably withdrawn Herself from Spiritual Egypts dangerous yoke Endeav'ring Truths long Banisht to revoke Winnow'd the Chaff from Corn the Dross from Gold And would no more Romes Superstitions hold That haughty Pharaoh with the Triple Crown Through all the World for Pride and Rapine known Bestirr'd himself and from each gloomy Cell Summon'd up all the Troops of raging Hell At once to ruine both our Church and State By close Intrigues of Spight and open Hate A thousand Plots a thousand Snares were laid With Craft they undermine with Force invade Pregnant with Mischiefs every Age they shew Some recent Cruelties some Treasons new Singly at first began their Butchers Trade Smithfield was then their flaming Shambles made Next the whole Kingdom at one Blow they hope To sacrifice unto their Moloch-Pope But still incircled with Heavens mighty Arm Blest Isle thou stand'st secure and free from harm Th' Invincible Armade of haughty Spain Attempts our Angel-guarded Coasts in vain Lanthorn's brought to Light and Thames Triumphs o're baffled Tyburs bitter streams Seeing its LONDON more illustrious grown By all those Fire-brands that on her were thrown Those Modern Bloodhounds who so curstly sought Our Sovereigns Life and Ruine to have brought Upon us All in their own Traps are caught For these repeated Mercies let us pay Kinde Heaven our Thanks in some uncommon way And ne're turn back in Popish paths to stray Mean time this Figure courts your welcome Eye Where first you may that Man of Sin descry Romes mighty Mufti who in Pomp doth sit And owns no Rule but 's Lust of Just or fit Two Swords are Brandisht in his bloody hand Boasting both Souls and Bodies to Command The double Engines of his fatal Ills First he Excommunicates and then he Kills Two Keys the one locks Truth up from mens eyes Th' other sets ope the Shop of Heresies Errours and Superstitions which are hurl'd By 's busie Imps ore all the hoodwink'd world From his vile Mouth proceeds a reaking steam Of Pride which doth both Kings and God Blaspheme Usurps the Powers Divine makes void God's Laws Pardons All Sin for Gold and over-aws Poor Mortals with his full-mouth'd Curses till They truckle to his haughty boundless Will Treads on the Necks of Emperours and owns A Power at pleasure to Kick off their Crowns This is that Holy-monstrous-three-Crown'd Head Whereby Rome's cruel Synagogue is led How long how long Lord Holy Just and True Shall thy Revenging Arm cease to pursue This earthly Lucifer Why sleeps thy Thunder To crush such Pride and break these bands asunder Hasten thy thickest Plagues t' avenge their Cause Whom he has Martyr'd for thy Sacred Laws Make all true Christian Kings to hate that Whore And Burn the Strumpet they did once Adore Allow this Transport Reader if thou art A Protestant like Zeal must warm thy heart But next Behold a nobler Scene is shown Our Gracious Sovereign on his well-fixt Throne To whom Our Church beset on every side With Popish Hamans fierce and cruel Pride Like good Queen Esther bows her Reverend Knee And thus implores his known Benignity Great Prince preserv'd by Miracle I sue First to my Head in Heaven and next to You. For me Your Glorious Father lost his Crown And long Your Self were Banish'd from Your own In those black Days how oft did You maintain My Holy Truths whilst Jesuits bark'd in vain That Constancy Heaven now rewards with Power To yoak those Savage Boars that would devour My tender Plants and with fresh Plots pursue To strike me dead by Murdering of You. Let not Zerviah's brood too strong become But scatter all th'Intrigues of bloody ROME This said See! how the King ever the Churches Friend Doth straight his gracious Scepter forth extend Professing 't shall to all the World be known Her Safety 's pretious to Him as His Own This Justice must secure To spare sometimes Is Cruelty and doth encourage Crimes To Execution let the Guilty go And the next Age a needful Warning show Of Catholick Religion prate no further Your Crimes are Treasons Blood and horrid Murther O Rome Lives yet that Wolf which was thy Nurse When growing Great thou grew'st the whole Worlds Curse May none yet leap thy Walls or leave thy See Unslain though he a King and Brother be Retainst thou yet that Savage kinde to Prey On the distressed Flock which shuns thy way Do all that suck thy breasts for Milk suck Blood Dare none that spring from thee Die well do good Must Gibbets only Rock them to their Rest Do they desire that Death become they't best Must Traiterous Villains only be thy Saints Wear none white Robes but such as Scarlet Paints Why else do all Ill men so fast drink up The deadly Lees of thy Inchanted Cup Or why do Fools so Credit what Rome saith But ' cause they soon can learn Implicite Faith If the Pope's Girdle keep Heav'ns Keys sans doubt Hee 'l never Bar his own dear Martyrs out Nor need they fear where Jesuits have to do Garnet shall be a Saint and Coleman too Their Writings and Examples Murther teach They 'l not Condemn the Doctrine which they Preach This makes our Desperate Ruffians Romans dye And our Crackt Madams seek a Nunnery From Popish Faith and Popish Tyrannie Lord ever keep our British Nations free Blast all the Counsels of Achitophel Unvail th' Intrigues of every Treacherous Cell Preserve the King and his Great Council too Guide with thy Grace and Blessing all they do That we secure each under his own Vine May all in joyful Acclamations joyn And never in our Hallelujahs cease To magnifie the Author of our Peace Amen FINIS (*) Pope Alexander set his foot on the neck of the Emperour Frederick the first saying Thou shalt tread on the Asp and walk on the Basilisk And afterwards Crowning his Son placed the Crown between his feet and so put it on his head and then spurn'd it off again to shew he had Power to Depose him Rev. 17.16