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 â—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
sense the Starres And no Eclipse thy shining Iubar barres All the trim treasures of Celestiall skill The sacred Cabinet of thy brest fill The gates of hell against thee haue no might Faith doth for Thee at sword and buckler fight Yea thou Christs very thoughts dost throughly know And in thy mouth Gods Spâ—rit springs to and fro Why should not then the Worlds loud exclamation Sound out to thee Hosanna their Saluation Th' art righteousnesse and Peace's Prince of fame Melchisedech King Salem chang'd in name Since gracelesse Rome with her vngrounded faith Other blest names of Christ to thee giuen hath Christ is the first thou the Worlds second light So golden Glosses t 'vs grosse-Asses write In Christ her Pheere the Church his Deere is blest And thou Vice-Christ her Brooker keepst her best Christ is that Royall-Head which quickens all And thou must be that Head Subalternall The world which Christ protects is thine owne charge Let others take his part thine 's the world large Christ and Thou but one Consistorie haue Thus vnder him thy rule may realmes be-slaue Thou Cherubins and Seraphins mak'st tremble Yea Deuils to doe thy will thou'lt soone assemble Mountaines to Mole-hils melt vailes cleaue in sunder Seas are drawne dry if with thy Voice Thou thunder The firey Charret of Elias straight Shall whurrey thee through Clouds to Heau'n Gate In spight of Swords and Shields great King of Kings Earth's Thrones to thy Throne couple with strong strings Thy Royalties with Christs so close agree That as thou iugglest we no difference see Yet to be plaine great difference is in th' one But being alike your Powers the like are knowne Thou mai'st infringe Christ must the Law fulfill Laws Debtâ—r Hee Thou Dispensator still What need we Words when Deeds more plainely speake That at thy pleasure thou Gods Laws canst breake By Power of Pope-ship and the Holy Chaire Thou All canst marre All things as iust dost dare If ought remaine to heate it I am prest That so thy Clients tired eares may rest Hence-forth I le thee a Fisher of Men make Ergo the Pope in 's net may Kingdomes take All things are iudg'd by the Spirituall man Ergo the Pope doth all well iudge and scan All things are iudg'd by the Spirituall man Ergo iudge Popes pneumaticke-Lords none can Heere are two Swords Ergo they both are Thine And euery Kingdome shall to thee incline Perish shall euery Land not seruing Thee Ergo all must Popes Tributares bee Perish shall euery Land not seruing thee Ergo to th' Pope all Lands must vassals bee Vnder his feet are all things put Ergo All power this Hyperbolike Pope's below No man can serue two Masters Ergo All Must serue the Pope and from their Princes â—â—ll No Seruant is aboue his Master knowne Ergo to blame the Pope t is fit for none Slaues than their Lords Cynthia than Sol is lesse Ergo ought Kings to Popes their necks depresse Many such Lies Arch-Sophister thy Wit Relates and wrests Gods holy Word to it And were not Thine concordant to the same 'T were none of Thine none of it from thee came Thy Witnesse call'd Thou l't tortures adde thereto Their right to wrong their contrary to doe Thus Thou a Doctors Charge Christs Office thus Thou vnder-go'st and smack'st Gods deepe sense thus Distastefull is thy Taste th' art Woodden Wise Whil'st thou dost broach thy braines fond fantasies Thou Chimicall Expounder Protean Senses Giu'st to Gods Word with an old Foxe pretences Yet no Sence Wrested Thou the Text dost follow For thou art Scriptures Phoebuâ— wise Apollo Art thou the Bibles Hermes Touch-stone pure Hee that denies it does most wisely sure OF THE DAMNABLE DOCTRINE IN THE DECEIVEABLE SYNAGOGVE OF SATAN AT ROME THE FOVRTH SATYRE The ARGVMENT Coyned re-coyned Faith at Rome oft hatches A great Encrease botcht vp with many patches WIth what thicke mists oh Antichrist prophane What Stygian Chaos seekst thou Truth to staine Of Liuing Streames poys'ning the sound sweet drafts Digging vp Muddy-Pooles of Lyes and Crafts On paine of Heau'ns fierce furie charging All Wrong-wrested Texts to hold Authenticall Thou scorn'st the Hebrew Conduit-Heads As though From thy Sluce Slowe farre fairer Floods did flow With Orthodox Apocryphall false Writs VVith Doubtlesse Truth Fryers Forgeries Rome fits Grammaticke Mystick Morall Sphynx-like senses Gods Booke must haue to saue the Popes pretences But since such various Sense Gods Booke containes I wonder how least Sence in It remaines Thus Antichrist Christs Word most heau'nly Treasure Doth explicate and applicate at 's pleasure O proud prompt Tyrant of Non-sense or Sense Bold Bibliocide Autographs oft offence Great Talmudists Rare Popish Alchymist Whose becke whose bleat thy Sheepe lead as thou list O how Romes learned Land-markes on her Glosses The Popes great pleasure or confirmes or crosses Christs Scriptures you with Drosse for Doctrine varnish That they thus wrong'd your Latian-God may garnish For this Metropolite of Sophisters Hath of Religion Asse-like Enginers And Readers Iester iustly sure is Hee Whiles thus for profit hee 'le God 's Prophet bee Faiths Farmer Framer formes opinions new And would with His Faiths-Bond bind Christians true Foule fac't the Worlds Apostate-Generall T'himselfe assumes Faiths holy Tenents all VVhen once his Annuall pompous Fasts begin VVho-'ere eats Flesh commits a deadly sinne Fish they may eate but to eate Flesh 't is hated Because the Earth not Sea was execrated Great ghostly Grand-Sire Coryphe of Doctors Peoples Omega Alpha of Hels Proctors Since thou dost thus such Diuelish doctrines broach Is 't like Christs Flock Thou Guide can Heau'n approch Since thou'lt officiate Satans part so well Th' art Commissarie not of Heau'n but Hell Scriptures Thou cal'st the Booke of Heretickes And these Mans ioy thou burn'st like Brands or Stickes And though in other Bookes be thousand Lyes Onely the Bible as Delinquent Fries In vttrance strange Thy holy things are showne Which Ignorants conceiue like stupid Stone Hee which to men reades Scriptures fruitfully Casts Bread to Dogs to Hogs doth pearles apply Raw stomacks may their holyest things digest Their Picture-Pastures famisht Soules fill best A Players posture shewes Faiths Mysterie And Folkes in Flocks caru'd Saints doe rectifie Thus Bethel's made Bethauen th' Arke exilde Thus Molechs raigne Gods Temple hath defilde What talke I of their Glosses of dull Wit While their dull Bishop iests with sacred Writ Of Gods blest Word th' abused Maiesty Shewes in Romes rout that ther 's no piety Th' order of pristine Priests was once of Gold Now't's Wooden Why Wooden Popes Popedomes hold Keepers had need be kept Teachers be taught Curates of Cures be cur'd lest all be naught Illit'rate Lubbeâ—s base are dignifi'de To th' sacred Chaire comes nought but climbing pride Priests cloddy cloudy ignorance poore skill With most Cymmerian darknesse Temples fill With Babish toyes of Christ they Pulpits staine With impious Errours they chaste Faith prophaine Most drossy Darnell poysonous Pills they giue
ones may gratis drinke their fill Alas Christs troubled Truth disgraced grace What Goods what gifts giues Man God to abase Hebrews and Greeks no word for Merit haue Both Couenants God in Greeke and Hebrew gaue The Faithfull liue not by their Righteousnesse Life and soules health the Iust by Faith possesse Saints haue receiu'd but Crownes did ne're bestow And none to lend their Righteousnesse I know Who in himselfe perfection seekes i th' Graâ—e Seekes Life which he may seeke but ne're shall haue He makes vp Merit that he so may see Christs Passion spoild and God no God to be Say Peter when as Christ beheld thee weeping What Merits helpt thee who had them in keeping Gods grace is no grace if not gratis giuen Dost thou deserue it Grace is from thee driuen By sinne first Adam Hell to vs did Merit By second Adam we may Heau'n inherit But whose foule Seed can giue a faire conception If no mans can can I wretch all infection My faith 's most firme that me poore wretch to saue Himselfe God valent and Christ volent gaue Each operist-Papist scraps of workes doth add And of 's owne purenesse is halfe-Botcher badd In 's life time oft times he workes aid doth trust But dying he all 's Workes away will thrust O helpelesse Hope on Merits to relie Who trust such faithlesse faith soone fall thereby Such haplesse Hope by hoping spoiles poore wretches Whose care to keepe by too much care bewitches Sole Faith is Sole Cause of Soules health assur'd Christ sayes to th' sicke beleeue and thou art cur'd When Christ our Lord with soules betrothings hath His Nuptials busie Bride-Maide is sole faith The debtour than the Creditour's more base If workes make God our debtour where 's his grace Can Workes worke-out my punishments remission To worke my Blisse adde Merits least addition Can I by Merits my soules sore-eyes cure Are These the Sopâ— sweet Wash-Bals blots to pure Must heau'ns blest Haruest workes base huskes require Must one-howers worke enioy Ioy infinite Must I with Merit-Oyle enlight my feet Lest I with lightlesse lampe the Bridegroome meet Whom Christs Words Wounds laue saue and sanctifie Can worthlesse Workes those better beautifie Can Merits driue-backe Deaths darts deadly rage Is merit my soules wholesome soueraigne Sage Can Trash pay Treasure Drugs and Drosse pay gold Can mites with mounts minutes with myriads hold Can my deserts Christs death deserts deserue Such proud opinions from true wisdome swerue Since by Christs Bloud 't is plaine I gaine saluation Heau'ns wrath base merit brings to consternation I liue noâ— of my selfe if so I die God is my life the life of God wish I. Whats'ere is try de i th' Furnace of Gods frowne Is quickly quite with furious flames burnt downe What if mans Workes to th' world seeme ne're so faire If God be Iudge all men most guiltie are Who Guiltie does Gods will vnlesse he doe it By God first Facient He poore patient to it All 's else a Shaddow Christ the Substance pure Christ is alone my Life Saluation sure Christs Price and Ransome my Redemption payd What then can man all payd to pay be made Moyses all liuers liues ith Bloud did place So in Christs Bloud shed is my life my grace Vertue is Vice if Grace by Christ be none And if we ought doe well 't is Gods alone Nor sure did God confect but Gall infect Those Eyes which on Christs Price haue ill aspect O let Christs precious Bloud my blest Bath be And not one drop of least desert in me O be 't my care my selfe a Wretch to view And no desert but death to be my due O me me most vnworthy heau'n to see So conscious am I of desert in me My eyes confirme my inward-parts confesse Of Merit my sad soules great emptinesse I feele defects my life ore-laide with woe And I poore wretch these gone doe nought else know Gold Iasper Stones are foule with Christs bloud plac't Must not deserts dregs then be more abac't When I am wrencht and drencht in Christs deere blood O let my Merits be hells burning Wood. Say I had liu'd well yet my hope might faile me But hauing liu'd ill death will sure assaile me Oh from deaths danger who shall me wretch raise Herein sweet Sauiour Thine be all the praise The hand-writing of Sinne Christ quite defac't Which tane from Satan on his Crosse he plac't If Christ Gods onely Sonne Lifes orient Sun For Me a Seruant dire death would not shun Can I a Slaue Christs death as my due claime And challenge Life because Christ death did tame Bloud should flow from my deepe torne worne heart And all my Marrow should sad teares impart I merit nought my selfe by no meanes saue Christ my Redeemers death this to me gaue O may I die e're Christs Grace through me die For in me of me for me nought haue I. O wash me well i th' Well of thy good will Lest guiltie me my guiltie deeds doe kill O may my filâ—hs of flesh my life lewd base Deare Christ be folded in thy kinde embrace Satans dire Darts assault me Victor great Giue me sharpe shafts that I may Satan beat I am i th' world soyld spoyld O Iesu good Laue saue my soule i th' Brooke of thy blest blood I burne with selfe-loue O great Lord of Loue To burne with thy Loue grant grace from aboue As Lord the Spirit as Tyrant flesh I serue Oh tame the Tyrant flesh my soule preserue Lest Earth me take lest Hell me terrifie O hold me heat me with heau'ns Feruencie Let Earths fraile Ioyes to Heau'â—s firme Ioyes giue place And sacred loue of good Earths Mud quite chase I hate all mine and that I be not mine I seeke thee Christ and sue to be all thiâ—e O let thy large thy Seamlesse coate most faire Paliate my natiue filth and leaue none bare O Lambe of God slaine from the worlds creation Thy proper-Worke be my Propitiation With thy deare Saints O Sauiour Christ I craue Me thy most Suppliant submisse seruant saue The euill of guilt and pâ—nishment I know This this indeed 's the Merit I can show But th' euill of guilt and paine and hells fierce flame Yea hells great Lord I know heau'ns Lord did tame This is my constant faiths confession hence I le not be forc'd by fraud or violence He which O Christ trusts not thy sole sweet Merit Shewes he 's not thine and shall not thine inherit Since all thy gracious gifts me farre surpasse Can my naught nothing merit ought alas Who 's ' ere O Christ an hundreth Pence Thee owes Vnto ten thousand Talents My debt growes Within Mee Sinne a Massie Mountaine hath Sins Mountaine to remoue Lord strength my Faith Least I O God by Deaths sting wounded be Behold my Sauiours Wounds wide-ope for mee O Thou which Bottlest vp Thy Saints Teares All Let not these of thy Seruant fruitlesse fall The Bane of Sinne my Blood
shames not O Mad Religion strange Diuinity Clergies faire Helon Popes fond Fantasie Bread makes a God as Mice may Caâ—â—ls make Not so The Popes opinion wee mistake But Sure although the Tridâ—â—â—-Councell wise The same to Christs Guests more than once denies The same meanes which in Baptisme Christ containes The same i th' Supper also Christ retaines This feeds That breeds by Christs Concorporation I 'm Bred and Fed by the same Obligation Symbolikâ— Signes we all in Baptisme see Therefore the Signes i th' Supper vnchang'd bee In Christ I liue as I of Christ am made What Grace conuerts concernes mee as is said Vnion giues Life Communion It sustaines That was the Spirits This still the Spirits remaines But truely truely for this truth 's most true And Faith to be Truths Daughter ought most due What 's made of Bread o th' Virgin is not made Nor was Christs Being from a Bread-corne blade Nor was the Promis'd Seed of Graines weake power Nor Mary blest a Mother of fiue Flower Nor did the Roote of lesâ— beare â—ares of Corne Nor was Iâ—d's Liâ—â— of Land-Acres borne Nor Floods on Câ—râ—s Biâ—th the Dragon shed Nor could a Wheat-Eare breake the Serpeâ—tâ— Headpunc Besides I feele this bruis'd assum'd consum'd Where was Christâ— Body then may 't be presum'd Absurdly â—bsurd Fooles absurd things reach And to th' Absurd absurd opinions preach Out Field is fil'd with troopes of Reasons good Which Popish Paradâ—xeâ— make to skud When Christ Himselfe the Bread of Life did name Before and after that Christ was tho Sâ—me Christ is a Vine the Ways the Life who euer In Him grâ—â—bes gâ—es liâ—â—s fâ—des wanders dieâ— neuer Thus Christ saies of himselfe yet I suppose Of Way â—me Life no Transiâ—â—â—â—tioâ— roâ—e Why then i th' Supper should a change be made 'Cause Christ of Bread This is my Body said What if huge Heapes of Loaues were consecrated Must all to Flesh be forth-with Transmutated What if a Groomes Horse-Bread bâ— conseâ—red Will it straight into Flesh be altered What if the holy-Hoste be eate in Lent Will it be turn'd to Flesh incontinent At that time I thinke rather t is Fish made For Flesh to eate in Lens Popes haue gaine said How well Romes Pythagorean Foole doth act Does things forbidden forbids his owne Fact T is Witty Folly Fathers foolish Wit To Stab his â—tatutes his Births heart to split This Popish Metamorphosis most viâ—d Hath Natures Lawes puld downe Gods Lawes defil'd Faiths Nerues and ioynts it reaues and cleaues in sunder And brings in Doctrinesâ—ew â—ew with hideous wonder These working-Words This iâ— my Body They No Type or mysticke meaning haue doe say Yet heer 's a Trope for heer 's a Transmutation Thus they deny euen their owne affirmation Truth 's Force and Strength is great most certainely And makes Hiâ— Foes hir praise to testifie Thus oft-times Thieues fatally faults confesse Traitors owne mouthes their trecheries expresse For Sacraments the Papist placeth Toyes And for a Trope Tropicall Trickes employes Deiects what Hee erects grants what 's gain-said Puls downe the House which his owne Hands haue made Peruerse Conuersion doth peruert Sense sound An impious Glosse doth Truths pure Glâ—sse confound For forced by the words true force and scope The Test'ment cald a Cup they say's a Trope And why i st not a Trope when Bread is nam'd Christs body is here other speech forme from'd He 's non-plusd now his fond opinion frights him And Heresies owne hand herear euen smites him Incredulous quite faithlesse may I be Y'ere I dull Papist fixe my Faith to thee Many such false fain'd Iliads yet haue I All which to whip one day cannot supply Not all of Christ but whole Christ each where stayes This ancient Fathers faith affirmes and sayes If then Christs flesh be not in eu'ry place Sure 't is not flesh i th' Masse in any case If Bread it be and must his Body be Then of his Body 't is no Signe to me The Body 's not the Type the Type It shades If things themselues be Types the Type then fades All other holy things their Signes ne're change That Signes change onely here Is it not strange Surely these pendent Seales assure alone That Promise which Gods Word had me fore-showne And sacred Seales their Patents ne're oppose Therefore both Signe and Substance Christ enclose But by the Word our Mouthes must not Christ chew This Supper then Words Seale makes not this true This Reason's Eagle-ey'd in truth quicke-sighted And what It sees is quickly erudited This Reason seemes with radient Sun-beames written With so pure Light the sight is thereby smitten But now here 's one and one in stead of All Which thunder-throttles Romes faith mysticall If vnder shew of Bread Christs flesh be made Are snares of death in this flesh closely laide Henrie the seuenth Emp'rour of Germanie By Poyson in a Masse foule fact did die But sure Christs flesh with Poyson ne're was mixt True Life not Death is to Christs flesh affixt T is strange Christs flesh i th' Poyson did not die When venome in that Murthering-Masse did lie I wonder when the Frier i th' Fier did throw The Host whether Christs Flesh he did it know Fond foole thy learned lectures thee confound And thine owne cords haue thee in snares fast bound What need I striue t' oppose Thee with my Shield When thine owne Sword wounds Thee wins Me the field If consecrated-Bread so alteraâ—e That Masse-Priests may God to Christs flesh create As many Loâ—â—es so many Bodies be As many Bitâ— so many Godâ— we see And when Christ first his Body made our meate He did himselfe in forme and substance eate For what he to his twelue-Disciples gaue Himselfe I thinke did eate This all Feasts craue And sure that Vine whose Wine Christ then did drinke Gaue plentie of our Sauiours Bloud I thinke And euen so oft as Biâ—s Christs Body bee So oft his Soule from 's Body torne hath he For I beleeue his Soule they cannot bake Their foule-mouth'd-Masse thereof no power can take If Thou 'lt on points as Vowels Vassall stand And not permit true iudgement thee command As Bread Christs Body is witnesse Gods Writ So is the Cup his Bloud Truth prouing it Any Cup forg'd by any any Art To th' Testament in Christs bloud doth conuert Nor was O Christ blest Marie more thy Mother Than Goddesse-Masse would be to thee another Nor were thy Bones O Christ broke on the Crosse But Popelings Teeth bruise breake them short as Mosse Nor could one Body all Christs Guests suffice To take least part thereof their Soules chiefe price And whilst heau'n earth at once this flesh containe His flesh continuous Christ cannot retaine And mouldie Bread we all know Wormes will breed Which from Christs Flesh 't is plaine cannot proceed And Wine kept long in Cups will sure waxe tart But thy sweet Bloud O Christ still cheeres my heart And in thy hand crucifi'd flesh didst keepe
And like a Martiall Priest with two Swords fights Thus Popes permission out-laws Lawes most iust And Canons when hee lists Canons forth thrust Thus Cai'phas calls blacke white wrong right and still All gaine is good and Lawfull what Hee will Thus Rome runs-ore with Wanes of Wickednesse Though Gods wise Steward dwell there ne'rethelesse Thus Pro-Christ Procrust that rate Theefe is like To Christs true Tipe and Pattern most vnlike Thus Hee Christs Worke promoues by slaughters fly With sitting still a Stocke Blocke Dullard dry Thus Hee sels Smoake and turnes his Lead to Gold Thus finally Hee robbeth Christs Sheep-fold Is not this Prophet thinke you from God sent Yes sure as Night doth Day-light represent OF THE HOLY RELIQVES TRADITIONS AND OTHER ADMIRABLE INVENTIONS OF THE CHVRCH OF ROME THE TENTH SATYRE The ARGVMENT O how the Pope loues pretty pranckes and toyes How Peter-Priests and Mitred-Men Him ioyes NOw full fraught Legions and prodigious Bands Of Romes Patrician hasten to our Hands find Whose pregnant Whore doth Rags and Reliques The Vniuerse with trifling toyes to blinde Looke at and laugh at the fond Fantasies This Fabling-Father meanes to Moralize Hee 'l shew you many Nailes if truth ha'nt faild Wherewith Christs Hands and Feete to th' Crosse were naild And of Christs Crosse a pretty peece not rotten Which pregnant Peece hath thousands more begotten Why doe they not the Thornes Nailes many more And as the Crosse Longinus Launce adore Gau'st thou O Christ the Church thy Spouse sure prizes Her Dow'ry sure was no such Marchandizes Traditions Caucasus so huge is growne That Hiâ— great growth thy Church hath nigh o'rethrown Romes deepe-learn'd Doctours in Diuinitie Make thâ—se Religions firme Profundity Traditions Pillars prop Romes Papall Power These fortifie her gorgeous high-top'd Tower Much honour hence hath Romes great Grand-Sire got And of this Mould hath made a glistering Pot. But by the dismall-doctrines which he preacheth Hee is Gods Traitoâ—r and Himselfe ore-reacheth Traditions gastly Gorgons hee proiects And by these Rockey-Rules Mens Faith infects Vnwrit Decrees Hee with Gods-Word compares Yea them preferre 'fore Gods Hand-writing dares A meere Inck-Doctour hee is held most fit Which knowes and showes nothing but Pen-mens writ With these poore shreds this Latine Bishop frames A Fig-leafe Coat to hide his Whorish shames But I Traditions loathsome Lees most vaine Spu'd from Romes Nauseus-Maw spue-vp againe The Scriptures saith Hee are not Faiths Foundation Traditions are Faiths Basis Propagation Scripture is not Faiths Prop Maiâ—-Mast Chiefe-Poste Truths Horologe Rule Canon Guiding-Coaste Nor was Gods Word giuen as Faiths guiding-Queene But that it might Faiths Chamber-maid be seene The Popes opinion is Faiths Conduit-Head But by Gods Word Mans Faith must not be fed O proud presumpt'ous vaine profane Decree And which proues plaine Asses-eares Popes Eares bee Yet anxiously almost All Popery rests In vntaught Teachers blockish brutish Brests Now comes the Scribling Age Arts honour braue Romes pretty Page the Popes fine fawning Slaue And many Wonders wondrously doth write Whereto in doubt I Faith deny and plight These Packes of Pick-thanks flattering Gnathoes base With luscious Larde fatten the Popes fat face These are dull Doctours as dull Carkasses Hee these fond Fooles conformes formes as hee please All these skinne-o're foule Antichrists deepe woundes But what 's the Salue when God the Sore confounds The golden-Legends of their Saints they 'l show Whereof Hee is most wise which least doth know For senselesse Writs and sottish Writers rare Rome long hath borne the Bell past all compare To which deuoid of Light and Learning quite What Popes each houre put out put in is right In wondrous witlesse wise many seeme wise Who little teach and lesse doe exercise T' Apollo's Kitchin I 'd not bring their Bookes But for Pie-papers and for Spice for 's Cookes And their mad making many Bookes I feare Is it which makes mee buy my paper deare Hee which as forged Writings doth suppose Canons-Apostolike with Truth he goes But when Decrees they Decreâ—als would call Gods true Religion then began to fall Neither my Mars nor my Mineraâ— may Their New-Religions oft diuorce diplay Thalia bite thy Nailes thy writings rend For one-thing yet will not thy Verse attend Yet be couragious courage much assists With strong-arm'd hopes to re-attempt the Lists Blacke and White-Friers Priests in gay Coates drest A two-foot Cordeleire a bare-foot Beast Fryers Mendicants and Manducants encrease Fat Epicurean-Calues besmear'd with grease All these faire Sprigs fat Pigs Romes Sow doth breed From Romes most pregnant Dam such Broods proceed Heere thou maist see Christs Name make many white Whose diuelish deeds make their liues black as night Their houres deuotion is their deuoration And to their throat to giue a fat oblation But some doe fast that they by Fasts may merit And thereby thinke fond fooles Heau'n to inherit Each one his Sect obserues obsequiously Does Deeds forbidden bidden Deeds doth fly This Sect weares Linnen That will woollen weare This Sect holds Fish That Hearbs more holy fare This bald-pate narrow is That 's bald more wide This weares his Gowne more loose That 's closer tide This Augustine serues best That Benedict This O Carthusian is thy Copesmate strict This beares the Crosse That beares the Coole about This is for th' Altar That for th' Kitchin stout This sweet Saint Francis is thy follower bold That as his Slaue Saint Anthony doth hold This like an Auchorite liues in a Wall That strange to th' World loues the World most of all This to Hee-Saints That to Shee-Saints doth pray This Woodden-gods That Stonie-gods makes gay This to things fram'd fain'd pictur'd prostrate vowes This one knee That to 's Image both knees bowes This Christs That Peters This Pauls Ape will seeme This you 'l an Oxes Asses Sowes Mate deeme Finally fitly coth ' Oxe Theefe Sow Priest meete And many hold this Sect to bee most sweete Yet euery Sect thinkes his Rites holyest And of all Orders his to be the best Diuorcement of Religious Romanists Their Faith may seâ—er neuer firmely twists There are whom I' Suites from Sowes may name For they their Names from Iesus falsely frame These are Peace-spoylers Bellowes for to blow And Brands to kindle flames of quenchlesse woe This fraud-blood-borne base-brood dissembles faines And with sweet words to hide sharpe Swords takes paines 'T's enough that they yeâ— Luther Papists were This is their Faiths and their Religious Sphere See the Deuotion of these braue Whip-bearers How they with whips are dayly selfes-flesh Tearers Giuing themselues forty Stripes lacking one For this in thee O blest Saint Paul wâ—s showne Francis they say Christs wounds in 's Body bare To Romes Stygmatickes Hee 's the Patterne rare Hee onely had with Christ Conformity In 's body therefore â—hey fiue-wounds can spie I wish them this deuotion still to hold This whipping-Cheere Christs Coate thus bought sold. But let their Whips three stinging Cords containe And Tiburn-like triangled
Flie Birds i th' Aire A signe o' th' Crosse is made By their spred wings by which signe They are staid By Sailes and Masts cuts a ship Neptunes waues Euen these doe make a Crosse and this it saues The Plow-man with a Plow-share plowes the ground A blessing-Crosse there also sure is found A Crosse-line cuts the heauenly Axle-tree In Heauen the holy Crosse then figured see On the Sea-shore men doe a Crosse erect The waues thereby That bound to passe are checkt Poyson though drunke can doe thee no great haâ—me If with the signe o' th' Crosse thy lips thou charme Great Father worthy Fauter of the Crosse One question of It twixt vs let vs tosse If in the Crosse the euill-sprite feares ought It must the matter or the forme be thought Feares he the matter why then d'ont the sight Of Pyles of Wood Stones Metals him affright Feares he the forme and meerely figured frame Why then doe not all house-crosse-beames him tame A mad Crosse-worship then mad-Zeale displayes When in the Crosse a Crosse to be she sayes But yet the Crosse-waxe which Popes Bulls doe weare Is most vnlike the Crosse which Christ did beare O Romes deare Dedalus expert in toyes Who Wealth to win from faâ— Farmâ—s them emploies Thinkst thou thus fondly me to Foolifie To trust thy Trickes as Truths sound certaintie My Head I then should hold blunt void of wit And wish thy Triple-Crowne thereon to sit Now with thy Nifles Trifles reliques vaine 'T is time to end since they no end containe For thou with all all sorts of reliques rare Gods holy Temple to prophane dost dare Thou searchest Tombes thy Reliques to encrease Not suffering buried Bodies rest in peace Thus thou to th' vnknowne-land of Reliques goest And all thy Reliques all the World-ore showest Thus what with Reliques and such superstition To thee O Christ they scarce can giue admission Yet all is sound Religion for hereby From the Popes Coat all Errour 's forc'd to flie Thus he t' himselfe alone Christs Church fast chaines Here dwels pure Truth here Faith no Fraud remaines And now the Old-worls mustie Household-stuffe Brings to my ready Muse Matter enough Much now swims-vp which sunke to th' bottome lay And store of Rubbish shines now cleare as clay The Image braue of graue Antiquitie Hath Signes of new Signes of true dignitie Old Lawes old Sawes Primitiue-Church most sure All old-Traditions old-Religion pure All are at Rome seene plaine yet dost thou doubt Pure and sure Faith to dwell all Rome throughout Why hence 't is plaine they Faith retaine that they Haue Gods pure worship banisht quite away And Rome for all her new-come Nouelties Straight brings out Signes of old Antiquities And hereby Papists Gibeonites are growne For All that 's theirs is old and ancieâ—t knowne That gentle Asses-taile which Christ bestrid They haue with Gold and gorgeous gems quite hid Iosephs cast .coates times Teeth haue torne and worne Yet Signes of their first-beautie 'bout are borne A Pot the Virgin Maries Milke doth hold O 't is deare Ware indeed and dearely sold. Much mouldy Masse-Hosts in hid Pixes lie Which smell of Mice-prodigious Batterie He which doth sacred Sions wealth call these Let him Milke Waspes and ioyne together Bees Yet lest Romes Mill grinde thee to powder small Though Faith may faile thou must beleeue them All. So many Bones they 'l of one Martyr show That past perhaps the like in no Oxe grow And oft for Martyrs bones such bones are showne As formerly were Hogs and Dogs bones knowne Scarcely one tombe one coarses leauings keepes So quicke each relique from Sepulchers creepes Rome teeming Rome of fraud and cousenage full These Guiles holds godly grossely men to gull But He that 's well in 's wits spits at them all And smites them with Gods Sword Spirituall Alas how much of Christs most holy Blood Is daily drunke by Romes dry Saints so good Yet a poore drop of Christs his blood most pure This zealant Bottles-vp beleeue it sure This ranke Religious Prelate puissant These things to please God wond'rously doth vant But I beleeue no Pythagorean-Asse Nor his brute thundring Threats a pin doe passe Delphicke Typhaeus ratling rage I scorne His deadlyest drams if not drunke may be borne His combe is cut his power impair'd of late Nor buts he halfe so hard with 's three crown'd pate This great Cumanus yerst did Monarchs fright But since his hornes were hew'd they scorne his might For Vulcans Caecus vomits but in vaine Fumes with fond fury flames which Most disdaine Yet Romes Law-giuing Moses hornes hath left Onely He 's of Noes noble Arke bereft A CORROLLARIE TO THE PREMISES MAny moe Maruels maruellous In Rome are kept most Curious Which in a Bundle and briefe Scope I le binde-vp closely with a Rope Christs Girdle Shoes Coate Haire they haue His Night-Cap Napkin Shirt they saue Last Suppers household Implements His Cradle wounding Instruments His Crowne of Thornes the Sponge and Reed His Sheet Whip Lance that made him bleed Our Ladies Haire-Lace Slippers good Combe Girdle Gowne Ring Cloake Haire Hood Much giuen by Will to th' Triple-Crowne Pure precious Things her gay Silke-Gowne Iohn Baptists Head kept with great care Saint Peters Key Crooke Sword and Chaire Full many Stones that Steuen slew Old shewred sure pure Manna-dew The Holy-Ghosts Clawes Wings and Bill Michaels Sword and Buckler still Of Euch'rist Iarres large Histories Entities many Quidities Inexplicate Inextricate Contentions how to consecrate Popes Palaces and Princely Courts Crimes Sanctuaries Sinne supports Vice-teaching Schooles ills Enginers A Shop of shamelesse Slanderers A gaping Gulfe great Giants-court A Colledge where Prey-Birds resort A House of boystrous blustring Winds A Seed-plot for Seditious-Minds A filthie Mart of Holy-things Which to Gods house abuses brings A fierce Confounder of firme Faith Which Romes most rammish Father hath Abolisht quite by deuillish Dreams And thereby quencht-out Truths bright Beames That Catacath'licke Popes might place Romes Cacolike Religion base Religion veterate false ill-bred Past all Hels Spelâ— that er'e I read A dead deformed fâ—ultring Faith Blunt blockish which no Ground-worke hath Hid Myst'ry of Iniquitie Master-Piece of Impuritie Many a Soules vnsauorie Meâ—te Worme-wood to All that thereof eate Sweet Nectar most pestiferous A deadly Drug pernicious Couents in Combats duellizing Papisticke Armies martiallizing With Censures censuring diuersly As with Foes Blowes euen forc't to die And many Scotists and Thomists And Occamists and Gabr'ellists And Nominals Reals not Any And Syllogists and Criticks many And many Muncks and Seculars And Regular Irregulars And many sottish Censurers And many sly Ly-Enginers And many Rowles of rare Decrees And many Romish Vanities And many Lightning sore Complaints And many thundring strict Constraints And many Sects and Sophisters And many bawdy Batchelers And many Saints most inquinated And many Nointed and Bald-pated And many burn't with sacred Zeale And Foes Fooles to th' CoÌ„mon-Weale And Parricides and Regicides And Demi-Gorgon Popes besides And many Card'nals Coapt in Red And many a proud vain-glorious Head And many dect with Miters Rings And many Whores and fat Kitchins And many Hee-Saints Tombes most rare And many Shee-Saints Chappels faire And many Idols and Colosses And many Masses Asses-Glosses And many Head-Bana's and Head-Tyres And many Droues of fatted Fryers And many Miters many Hoods And many more most impious Goods And Bishopricks meere Mockeries And Bishops Papall Trumperies And monstrous Lyes of Miracles And of Lowd Lyes strange Oracles And Toyes to loade three-hundred Barkes O then Who-e're These sees and markes Must needes cry-out in admiration O Rome the Wonder of each Nation Deo soli omnis gloria VPON THIS BEE-HIVE OR HONEY-COMBE THis Booke 's a Bee not Elephant Much Gaine The Readers Care not Writers Crop may bring Small Beeâ— small Iems small Pearles much good containe Is Thy small Good small Booke a baser Thing Fooles in their Brests as Chests Enuy doe treasure But in such Riches Reader take no pleasure FINIS * Sâ—apletoâ— * The â—ope Pauperis esâ— numerarâ— pecuspunc * No for he is a Wolfe in â— Sheepes câ—at * Aquila non capit Muscas Apocal. 5.6 * Androgini populi vtrisque Naturae * Dialogo 10. pag. 47. * Fasoâ—rum lib. 2. * For Fiat Iulius the 2. * Superborâ— Principum Typus * Satan Why then eate they bread Ierusalem Antioch Alexandria Constantinople Non vâ—cat exâ—guâ— Proximus ipse sibi Things following from things already demonstrated Note this mysterie of iniquiâ—iâ— * A King of Arcadia who to 〈◊〉 Iupiters god-head serued in the flesh of certaine young gentlemen of the Molossianâ— at a Feast which be made to Iupiter who in detestatioÌ„ of that foule fact sâ—ved â—â—is Palarâ— and turned Lycaon into a Wolfe * Another kind of Canibals in Campania Or fine Linnen * Erichthonius was the sonne of Vulcan hauing feet like a Dragon There was also one Erichtho a woman of Thessalie famous for her multitude of poysons * Andabata wâ—re certain Fencers that fought blind-fold * Amphisbaena is a Serpent in Lybia with 2. heads one in the rigâ—t place and the other at his taile both veâ—y poysonous * Ionis filia Iustitiâ— Dea. * Bos Fur Suâ— alq Saâ—erdoâ— * Suita de Suc.