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 primitive-Primitiue-Church most sure All old-Traditions old-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.
thee telling thy foule crimes And canst thou then other folkes faults forgiue Thou canst thine owne then howsoere they liue Thou canst indeed absolue Absoluers Why Heau'ns kingdomes Key betweene thy lips doth lie For something all things thou 'lt forgiue to All Which for Romes ioyfull Iubiles doe call Thou 'lt loose Omissiue and Commissiue sinne And could Christs Passion greater glory win Canoniz'd Saints are surely sau'd thou 't say Thy selfe vnsure would'st certainly display Dost thou know others yet thy selfe much doubt Are thy eyes bright abroad At home put out Wouldst be beleeu'd but not Thy-selfe beleeue Though wise to others thou 'lt thy selfe deceiue See here the triple Crownes decree deuine See Popes Petrean-faith Saint Peters Shrine Art thou not right Bezalels typed Temple Babel Gods Arke may heare with like example Of this Browne-Bran for here 's not least fine Flower Dogmaticke dunghils Popes to make haue power What need I name each worship-new vaine Rite Whereby true worship is euen buried quite Romes Mother-Church is big with foolerie With faithlesse Faith and impious Pietie For the most part Papisme is Paganisme Fertile yea ranke in rotten new-found Schisme O impious Idolizing Papists graue Is God your God who many Gods may haue Whiles you lie snorting th' Enuious Man keeps watch And Satan so you oft with scoffes doth catch Vaine silly Superstition songs doth mutter And dayly Prayers by numbred Beads doth vtter But I shall shew in more conuenient place The noyse and toyes of Romish Quires most base Meane while What does our Clergie-Master see How playes he Peters part How flockes Feeds he Surely this Care who will may take in hand Himselfe i th' Church treble-Head-Stone doth stand And in this Sense I say and euer shall The Pope's a Rocke liuely Grammaticall And I will wager now with any one That than the Pope Nothing 's more like a Stone He 's hush in Words but Swords he 'le brandish braue In Loue Stone-heart in Hate Wraths part he 'le haue He sends forth Threats suspends milke Teats and thus Fauours Gods flock thus is Religious Paul sure that Patterne of a Pastor good Nor Peter thus their dueties vnderstood Doubtlesse whilst he Kingdomes loose shackles shakes His Kings most blinde to Warres and Iarres he makes While these his restlesse Cares all rest deny Iustly this loue sleight sacred Cares may fly If thou reuise each annuall act and deed None of them shew one Pope his flocks to feed And this Vice-Christ herein Christ imitates With a few Loaues thousands he satiates Good Shepheards more than Life their Flocks doe prize The Pope his Flockes vnder all vilifies Ah ignorant base dull blinde vulgar Rout To whom the Lampe of Light and Truth 's put out O how your day is darknesse Guides misguide Hearts rough Minde tough Hope vaine Faith foolified Thousand Goth-like Vandall-like villanies Mongst thousands of Popes people Tyrannize At Rome huge bands of Vagrants vaine there be Which breake Christs Sabbaths in loose company Shepheards may keepe the Erymanthean Beare As well as Popes Christs Flocks deuoyd of care He which i th' Church will haue nor Blinde nor Lame In holy'st duties he 's in Both the same Implicite faith to hold they hold most holy And Ignorance chiefe Pietie not Folly This is no holy Fatling but leane lanke This is not Peoples power but Poyson ranke Thus in Soule-captiu'd flocks is Popes delight Like the Cyclopean Troops bereft of sight Whilst he by Images would people teach Himselfe 's an Image he 'le not to them preach While his externall Temple's glorious gay He suffers Gods true Temple to decay And while he may wallow in worldly pelfe Farewell poore Christ He 's neerest to himselfe Yea fare thou well that thy Priest well may be For if thou first doe well then sure will he Bread to be made of Stones with Stygian skill And men t'eate Stones in Statues is his will Cease Questionist t' enquire of faith sincere Rome holds it fittest faith confounded were This high Priest of Romes sacred Rites indeed His feeble flockes with frothy milke doth feed Impostour Pastor Doctor Deceiuer great Is there in thy Sheep-fold such holy meat Whiles thou dost thus soules feed or rather starue Giue Satan Them the Rest to thee reserue Since in Gods Church th' art rough Marpesias rocke Why then should stupid I trust such a stocke Should men thee trust as thou thy selfe dost trust Trust me who trusts thee is a mad man iust People trust Priests Priests Bishops trust I hope Prelates trust Councels Councels trust the Pope Let all opinions t' ones opinion trust Then but one flocke one faith needs be there must Is This faiths golden Syntaxe firmely true Commend it first t' a Turke or faithlesse Iew. Now great Priests-Prelate by thy mitred pleasure Declare mo Confectaries of thy Treasure If thou faiths Cacodocuments wilt shew me A triple-fitted Crest I le wish vnto thee Rome being drunke with sacred Saints deare blooe Worshippeth Saints with Rites ne're vnderstood Truely thou sayst and we the Truth must trust Thou then when I speake true beleeue me must The Popes by rules of Romes Religion old Farre lesse loue Saints than Strumpets base and bold Vnder Christs name many foule contraries To Christ this cunning craftsman doth deuise On Satans Boxes he subscribes Christs name With paliated Fraud Gods Flocke to shame The people eate poyson with paint surrounded And venome drinke with Antidotes compounded Vice-Christ adores Christs name not Deitie Keeps lesse of Christs than Peters memorie To Peter Temples Feasts Fasts makes erects Peter to be Faiths Rocke he most affects Peter aliue would not be worshipt Now To 's Image as to God being dead they bow The Saints aliue were clad in meane aray Their pictures Puppet-like are wondrous gay A Maide is made Mans Sauiouresse diuine And She by right her Sonne can ought enioyne Nor is Romes sect the Mother 's so ador'd With Christs as Maries worshippers so stor'd Heau'ns kingdome Christ did with his Mother share Kept halfe himselfe and halfe to her did spare Gods Daughter by pure fruite of most pure birth Excels the louely Lillies of the Earth Fairer then Phiebus than full Phoebe whiter Cleerer than Starres than braue Aurora brighter Seas Starre Suns Patronesse Heau'ns golden-gate Transparent Spring Rose most intemerate Poore wretches Ioy Anchor Hauen blest Blast Hope And What Not Is Shee to th' plumbeous Pope She which to th' World brought forth the promis'd Seed Tooke from the World almost what Eue did breed The Pope falne backe to Heretikes old Toyes Heresies fragments to re-boile much ioyes In golden Cups Hee deadly poyson quaffes And in braue Bowles to slay poore Soules He laughes Is Christ Med'atour Why then seek'st thou More Yes Popelings thousands haue thousands adore O fond besotted Papists deafe dull blinde Can one such madnes 'mongst the Heathen find This Hellish Hangman Mart'ricide most fierce Worshippeth many a Martyrs painted Herse This Faiths
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
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
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