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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14618	Further obseruations of the English Spanish pilgrime, concerning Spaine being a second part of his former booke, and containing these particulars: the description of a famous monastery, or house of the King of Spaines, called the Escuriall, not the like in the Christian world: a briefe relation of certaine dæmonicall stratagems of the Spanish Inquisition exercised on diuers English men of note of late times, and now liuing in England. A relation of the founding of a military order in Rome, to wit, of the immaculate Conception of our Lady, the blessed Virgin. Composed by Iames Wadsworth, Gentleman, lately conuerted into his true mothers bosome, the Church of England, and heretofore pentioner to the King of Spaine.	Wadsworth, James, 1604-1656?; Wadsworth, James, 1604-1656? English Spanish pilgrime. aut	1630 (1630)	STC 24928; ESTC S119406	21,866	56

They were the cause that others did thee sell. Such Locusts our Land to eate vp still striue May our Kings Northwinde to Romes sea them driue For I dare boldly say t is Englands doome That they should liue with vs who sweare for Roome We haue their heads but Serpentine to bite Rome has their hearts and their allegeance quite A Climactericke yeere hang'd one of late Who sware for Pope against our King and State His dissect parts might teach them to espie Those parts that liu'd against should by vs die He many from receiued Truth seduc'd Who to frequent our Church affore time vs'd T' was iust then to hang the body of him Who t' hang mens soules great merit would it deeme Now may his holinesse him canonize As good as Becket for Treasons and lies He with his associates often went To a wench which was to confession bent T' was knowne she was a whore then well she might Make her confession to a Iesuite They kept their Rule and might then shew their skill Liue chaste thou canst not keep a close whore stil. Such hellish firebrands Papists did incense Against one who liued the Truths defence Whose pretious life because they could not waste The dumbe cattell their cruelty must taste And sith they could not take off that one heade These tales must all off where a man might reade Their rubrick cruelty on th't earth and heare Those dumbe beasts bespeake vengeance in Gods eare I sp●ake all this for to congratulate Thy ransom'd glory and most happy fate G●●s ●oote alone scaped out of their snare Thy body also and thy soule most rare Which soaring vp toward God is fixt aboue Nor Pope nor Spainiard can it moue Vlisses valour thou dost farre excell The towring Son of Thetis fame dost quell They had their Homers to relate their fame Thou need'st them not thy workes can write thy name Iliads of euill could them outweare Braue Spirit a world of euills thou didst beare Nor beare alone but breake them through and showes The Trophees of thy glory from thy foes To be a true Conuert thou art spoken English Spanish Pilgrime is thy token T. H. A. B. C. C. C. To his friend M. Iames Wadsworth concerning his booke GOe stately forward in thy Spanish pace And boldly stampe defiance in the face Of Romes proud Harlot let her know she must Lie prostrate now to scorne not to her lust She that can make faire statues speake may looke On her owne image speaking in thy Booke Reproach vnto her selfe that all may see Her vices and her sinnes Anatomy T is happy the beguiled Fathers sonne So wisely should delude delusion And in such mists of error should descry And tract the footesteps of an Heresie Which leauing now at length perchance it shall Be found a Comet and presage a fall To Romes vpholders whose chiefe strength doth lie In iugling and in false Diuinitie But though they stand thy Booke I take no lesse Than writings to intaile thee happinesse I. N. C. C. C. To his experienced good friend Mr. Iames Wadsworth vpon his Booke THy Booke 's a Pilgrime and 't had need be so If 't meanes to owne thee for its Master who From Parents Countrey and Religion too Nere stucke to fly thy Natiue faith to shew But 't may be styl'd a Diamond whose rays Affords vs light to view Romes mask't assays Nor that vnworthyly for't cost a prize Nere purchast by the coine but miseries The Gallies and the Inquisition Of which thou hast of which thou mighst made one Are now become thy storys Maist thou liue Till mercy of the times occasion giue For our oppugnd religion to fight With some Immaculate-new-ordered Knight But though thou dy'st yet these shall euer liue And proue thy fames most true preseruatiue And in despight of enuy shall become So many mottoes grau'd vpon thy Tombe R. G. C. C. C. To his good Friend the Author SPaine prisoner tooke thy soule thy body France This liu'd in Dungeon that in Ignorance But England soule and body would haue free Scorning contention and foule heresie Spaine was thy Hell and France thy Purgatorie England's thy Heauen on earth aboue 's thy Glorie Thou sinnes Anatomist canst by thy fate With skill the scarlet whore euiscerate Her subtile discipline her sorcerie Her baits of honor thou dost here discrie Thus hauing made her whoredome to appeare To boast of honesty she well may feare G. B. To his friend Mr. Wadsworth the Pilgrime FOrward braue Pilgrime let thy trauelling braine Giue birth to more Mineruaes though to Spaine Imposture pawn'd thy Parents yet is that state Checkt by discouery of thy reaching pate The speaking Crosse did steale thy Fathers heart Thou speaking Crosse to his designes dost thwart Delusions credit and impostures guile Beguilts its posture painting in thy stile Did Callis dungeon thee obscurely keepe We know that truth oft times lyes in the deepe Did the darke dungeon thee bestride with night Romes proiects and thy clearenesse came to light Darknesse displai'd and night being thrust away Thou clear'd we must confesse th' hast wonne the day Mans life 's a Pilgrimage cease not to trauell From shore to Sea from Sea to sand to grauell Th' antagonists of truth we know by common-sence Trauels the high way to experience E. R. Mag. Coll. Cant. To the modest and courteous Gentleman the Author of the English Spanish Trauailer COuld my weake iudgement vpon trust be tooke Or could I adde a lustre to thy booke Beyond its natiue glory I would then Striue to exceed my selfe and my owne penne But nothing can be added to your worth Onely my wonderment to set it forth And silence name best showes that least what I write Should like your glorious fame seeme infinite To my worthy friend Mr. Iames Wadsworth ALthough you haue discouered nobly well The Iesuites and sonnes of Machiauell Yet on this Booke which doth their Arts descry They practise yet a greater Policie For Sir I dare not thinke but that you know Who are the Merchants that engrost it so Spies for S. Omers and the Doway Crew And such as feare what good thy booke may doe Intelligencers Mumblers of the Masse Disguis'd and skin'd in Sattin as the Asse Was in the Lyons hide but their long eares Hang out too farre Yet where their craft appeares Or where they are discouer'd openly Such bookes as those by the whole sale they buy And hide them from our view And this was one Of many reasons caus'd th' impression To be renewd That he his booke repaires Comes not from his ambition but theirs A. B. of C. C. C. GEntle Reader I intreate thee before thou reade ouer this Booke to mend with thy Pen these few faults that alter the sense being committed in the Authors absence Pag. 1. lin 1. for Segoria r. Segovia p. 18. l. 5. r. Cheney Roe p. 20. l. 22. r. he p. 23. l. 20. r. Venetia p. 24. l. 9.