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A66775	Withers redivivus, in a small New-Years-gift, pro rege & grege, and to His Royal Highness the Prince of Orange wherein is a most strange and wonderful plot, lately found out and discovered, and recommended to all the imposing members of the Church of England, to be by them acted, as part of their last Lent confession : viz. to all Roman Catholick priests and jesuits of persecuting principles and profession : with the arraignment and tryal of Innocent the XIth, present Pope of Rome, refused last Lent to be licensed by reason of the matter therein contained / by T.P.	T. P. (Theophilus Philalethes); Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1689 (1689)	Wing W3185A; ESTC R12082	16,800	45

here shall rule the Roast VVe must expect a sharp and biting Frost Until such time as Truth shall overcome Though not by Trumpets or that Beat of Drum VVhich calls the Sons of Mars unto their Arms Hers only are most Sweet Malodious Charms VVhich so Inflames all such as do desire But to approach unto her Sacred Fire VVhich doth so purge them from their Dross and Tin All 's fair without and all true hearts within Makes them stout Champions in God's righteous Cause To fight against all Antichristian Laws Their Weapons are no Musquets Pike or Sword But Paper Pellets of God's Written Word And as Rams Horns long since did overcome So shall these Bullets shake the Walls of Rome That Hydra whence some Churches long have made As she them taught a very gainful Trade VVhich was in short by that accursed Fate Truth to defend by knock-down Laws of State As if not able to defend her Right Unless the Powers on Earth should for her Fight They left the Rule and brought such Notions in As made them Partners in their Mothers Sin But all must Fall Great Truth will them Discover As well the Daughters as the antient Mother And when that Lady shall be out of Date Some Men then sure will be asham'd to Prate As they have done at that Tantivy Rate For Laws establish'd both in Church and State. The last is ours the first it is God's Throne And such as grate so much upon that Bone Are Rebels more than those of Forty One. This we aver and prove it will beside When Church and State shall be on plain Truths side Your Church of England owns unto this hour What some deny all Magistrates a Power In Matters of Religion which some say You learn'd from Rome and so went all Astray As you have done in many things beside Ruin'd Old England by your shameful Pride The Roman Church 't is true have you out-done But you have worshipp'd to that rising Sun As Thousands they have felt unto their Cost By Fines and Prisons and their Lives have Lost All which did come to pass to that Degree For want of giving Christian Liberty As you have twisted Church and State together So your two Churches we can hardly sever You are so like the one unto the other We know the Daughter by the antient Mother To us no Matter which Church now prevails For you have Stings we find in both your Tails If we must suffer for true Conscience sake We value not what Church our Lives do take All one to us provided we must go Whether by Romans or England's Old Steel Bow. Only the Romans promise now more Fair Than your Church doth which nothing is but Air. What we would have they joyn with one Consent To have enacted by next Parliament You only say that you may be so kind To Poor Dissenters as you then shall find A Convocation shall think fit therein Which is in short a Church of England Gin To catch small Gudgeons and thereby delude The easie and too Credulous Multitude Of Honest Whigs who hope you 'll now do more Than ever you have promis'd heretofore Though others know your Priest Craft it is such Against all those that come not too your Church That Parliaments themselves will always do What you when met shall then Advise them to So that our Freedoms from you first must come Or else Inslav'd until the day of Doom This we would have you ponder in your Mind Then tell poor Whigs how far you will be kind They do not know what in their streights to do Believe the Papists or put trust in You They promise Liberty you promise none But call Dissenters Men of Forty One So that unless that you will promise more We see no Reason why they should come o'er Unto your Side but keep their Station still To joyn with those as shall enact their Will. They are as far from Popery as you And to the Christian Church will prove as True But when our English Papists shall declare As they have done some things so Just and Fair And we not joyn therein to have them Acted You then may tell us we are all Distracted We blame both Churches for your sinful Itch Of Persecution whereby to Enrich So many Idle Drones as you have got Within the Pale of your foul Garden Spot And by that Goddess Avarice and Pride Errors stick close unto both Churches side Who would not be a Priest when he can make The God that made him in a Wafer Cake And when so wrought and to the Laicks shown They all do eat his Body Flesh and Bone That very Body which hung on the Tree When Crucisied from Death to make us Free If this be true why stand we in Suspence Let 's haste to Rome with our St. Peter's Pence Which formerly this Land paid every Year As a small Homage to that Holy Chair And for that whisking Sum that is behind And in arrear to our Dear Mother kind Let 's Prostrate on our Knees and her Beseech For to remit and not to whip our Britch For playing Truant so long from her School And drawn away by each Reformed Fool Who doubtless will if unto her we Pray And make Confession on St. Peter's Day And promise then no more to run Astray Shew True Repentance for the time to Come By our Obedience to the Church of Rome And if we see her smiling in her Looks Then promise fairly to burn all our Books This thing alone will do that Church more Good Than Smithfield Rounds when stain'd with Christian Blood. If now we will but fairly all come in VVe may have Pardon for our greatest Sin Sanguis Martyrum Mobiles do hate Shows unto them an Antichristian State VVho know no better yet they pl●inly see This cannot be the True Christianity To Burn a Man alive for doing Well This can't proceed from Heav'n but sure from Hell. Thanks be to God our Prince is now become A Member of Christ's Church and not of Rome In this one Point which is worth all the Rest And for the same may his Dear Soul have Rest And after Death may Limbus Patrum know Only a Ficton and a Rare Show A Hocus Pocus Trick of Roman Elves To Pick Mens Pockets to enrich themselves An Ignis Fatuus only to delude The great unthinking easie Multitude Who can't distinguish between Wrong and Right Between their Deeds of Darkness and true Light By Fisher-men of Rome 't was first Invented And of this Net they never yet Repented They have no cause and therefore never Will The choicest Piece of their rare Art and Skill So soon as made Old Nets they threw away Instead of Fishing learned how to Pray The Fisher-men of Barkin had they made But such a Net what a Prodigious Trade Had that Town got nay more we will be Bold They might long since have pav'd their Streets with Gold. But they poor Souls alas did never sit In Peter's

Withers Redevivus In a Small New-Years-Gift Pro Rege Grege And to His Royal Highness the Prince of Orange Wherein is a Most Strange and Wonderful PLOT lately found out and Discovered And Recommended to all the Imposing Members of the Church of England to be by them acted as part of their last Lent Confession VIZ. To all Roman Catholick Priests and Jesuits of Persecuting Principles and Profession With the Arraignment and Tryal of Innocent the XI th Present Pope of Rome Refused last Lent to be Licensed by reason of the Matter therein contained By T. P. London Printed in the Year 1689. INTRODUCTIO Authoris Liber ad Lectorem BY Liberty Great Truth will sure Prevail Not by an English or a Roman Flail Let her but speak she 'll make us all strike Sail The States of Holland how much have they got By this most Wise and this true Christian Plot In giving Liberty as well to those Who are Christ's Friends as them who are his Foes Permitting Tares and Wheat by them to stand Vntil the Harvest so did Christ command When other States and Kingdoms round about In this great Point have made so great a Rout Like rageing Mad-men who have lost their Reason And cannot speak one wise word in due Season We wish some Prelates now would Vnderstand That so Christ's Truth may get the upper Hand All Impositions in God's Church are Vain Only State Tricks A Roman Powder Trane To Blow up Truth although Repent they may When 't is too Late at the Great Judgment Day This won't then serve 't was not the Church but State Which gave Dissenters such a broken Pate When they themselves God knows with one Consent Made Penal Laws in Acts of Parliament For to oppress them though themselver have got To their great shame an Everlasting Blot For by such Laws both Church and State they have Before their time sent Thousands to their Grave Nay some affirm this Cruelty alone Brought in those Bloudy Wars in Forty One Heav'n only knows what now will be their Fate Who still shall trust in such a Church or State. Our Worthy Prelates none now dares to touch Because Great Pillars of the Christian Church God still preserve them in their present Station Who under him are Saviours of our Nation Join'd with an Orange-tree have brought to pass To make Wise men no more to play the Ass The Tory Men of War are those we blame Which are a Blot unto the Christian Name These are the Men we challenge with our Pen All others are true Christian English Men They will not hurt us these Imposers may And while the Sun doth shine let us make Hay These are the Men we now would have to Run Like Mists and Fogs before the Rising Sun. Read now our Postscript there you may find Hope To see e'er long the Downfall of the Pope Truth hath arraign'd him at the Court of Rome And in short time you may expect his Doom Who if found Guilty by his Noble Peers They 'll Lop him shorter by his Head and Ears Vale. THE Epistle Dedicatory To all Loyal Protestants and True English Men whether Conformists or Nonconformists Readers My Worthy Friends and Country-men SHould you ask why we joyn you both together From you it is we must expect fair Weather True English Men are those must do our work Against the Pope the Devil and the Turk Now is the time for Men to shew themselves Whether true Christians or true Roman Elves You need no Pressing you 'll go Volanteers Against all such as pluck Men by the Ears For their Religions sake and such as these We must convince then we shall be at Ease Both in our Bodies and Estates likewise Who would not venture at so great a Prize Times would not bear last Spring our fair Intent To make this Publick in the time of Lent Though the Contents are plain'd upon the Square To all unbiass'd Men who Truth can bear As you must own most plainly will appear When you have viewed both our Front and Rear Some Roman Clergy would have been offended At the Poor Whigs had they it much commended The English Clergy neither more nor less Would have been lauth their Old Sins to confess As you will find herein they ought and must If to Dissenters they will be but Just As hoping still to get the Upper Hand That then they might as formerly command So a great States-man fairly did us tell 'T was not then time to raise so loud a Bell Although the Plot he then did well approve Wish'd from his Soul all would but live in Love And that the Church of England Men would please So to Confess and give Dissenters Ease Then would Old England be a Christian State And to the Christian Turk might give check Mate Bid us forbear a while 't would then be Best When Church and State could bear so great a Test Now is the time if we will all agree To Center in true Christian Liberty Our Gracious Prince hath lead us all the Van Let each of us as a true English Man Gird up our Loins and stand up for Truth 's side Though we should Row against the Wind and Tide As we have done for many years by past Though now have hopes we shall prevail at last His Royal Banners we have lately seen Such as wont March with all their Colours Green Now in their Caps have surely got the Spleen Let the high Tories if they please wear Red Our hopeful Green will make them all turn Head Or else we are mistaken in the Age Wherein we hope there is a good Presage Fall back fall edge unto this Holy War VVe are resolv'd wherein to get a Scar By Writing Speaking pushing of a Pike Not Damming Swearing VVhoring or the like Is greater Honour than a Dubbed Knight Shall get at home if now he will not Fight How will they look when as they all must come Upon their Knees to bid Him welcome Home VVho was our Valiant Captain and did lead His Souldiers out to bring them home to Bed. Not Hurdles nor Deal Boards though plainly such Thousands have had for not coming to Church But Beds of Doun whereon we all shall Lye VVhen as Great Truth shall found the Victory VVere we but Muster-master for one Year To take the Names of those that shall appear Under the Royal Standard to Declare For Liberty to have an Equal share And for their Muster take Six Pence a piece Our Coat of Armes might be the Golden Fleece And for Defaulters Half Crowns on the Nail Instead of Buff we 'd wear a Coat of Mail. Though we do hope although we thus do speak There are but few that would so hide and sneak Then let us All declare with Master Pen Kings over Bodies Christ the Souls of Men Then will be truly Halcion days indeed VVhen for Religion none more here shall Bleed And since last Lent the times are chang'd so much And fearing not

the Hogan Mogan Dutch VVe now have ventur'd on the Publick Stage Mens Heats to Cool their Passions to asswage And when our blust'ring Storms are past and gone If Church-men will confess our work is done VVe hope they will and no more run Astray Our Christian-Muse hath shew'd them all the Way And if our downright Form shall please them well VVe 'll soon ring out the Persecuting Knell We wish it may and then our Tongues shall Ring God Bless our Church God Save Great James our King. VVho is now rais'd by God himself to Act This Great this Noble and most Christian Fact. Though differing from that Church we do Profess So was great Cyrus as we read no Less Oh! Happy Prince whom God doth chuse though Late To settle all things both in Church and State. And he that will not joyn in this Decree Let him for ever loose his Pedigree By our Consent thousands will vote the same Or else we 'll Post them in their Wits but lame We know that you will joyn with one consent To have it done in the next Parliament Trustees for us and for our Prince's Good VVhen they shall once be fairly understood And when our Antichristian Wars shall cease Truth will proclaim an Everlasting Peace In this our Land and all the World throughout Though to some States will be a Fatal Rout. The Time 's a coming long it will not be Let them remember but MDCC VVhich is the Period of that time some fix Upon that Text six hundred sixty six And as we met now let us part in love God Bless you All with his Grace from Above I am Gentlemen Your most Passionate and most Affectionate Friend to Love Honour and Serve you as a True English Man for Liberty and Property according to the utmost of his slender Ability Theophilus Philalethes POSTSCRIPT SHould this pass Muster now without Controle And that the Romans will not us Cajole But Friendly take it then we will be plain Your bashful Poet hath an higher strain Now in his hands and ready for the Press And to be short it is a Fair Address Unto such Men whose Learning and whose Parts Makes each of them to write Master of Arts. Our Plot therein and the Contents are such To bring all Noncons to the Publick Church On such fair Terms that none shall them deny VVhich do profess true Christianity If this won't please some Dog-Stars rule the Dice We may throw Cink but never shall throw Sice We 'll tell you more when we have broke the Ice Cink is for them our Chance is two times Three No other Point we have to set us Free. Cink is for Penal Laws Sice is for none When we throw Six Oh! then the Town 's our own We first would hear how this Plot is Resented Before our Second shall be fairly Printed To the Imposing Members of the Church of England herein concerned WE may presume that we shall now be shent For interrupting you this time of Lent Wherein you spend much of your time with such As are the Members of your English Church We must confess we are herein to blame But Truth suggested that she knew no shame And therefore bid us in our Muse proceed For of such Men she never had more need Confessions now at Court are Alamode As well as in your Churches common Road. At this time of the year which things are good VVhen once they are but rightly understood But when restrained to a certain time As you and others of the Roman Line Have so long us'd one time above another As well the Daughter as the antient Mother And that it should your God above so please At this set time and give your Conscience ease VVe cannot apprehend and therefore must Keep close to Truth and to Gods Word be Just VVho bids us when we sin then to Repent And not to stay until the time of Lent Before that time should God remove us hence VVhere should we find the true St. Peter's Pence Should we then dare to knock at that Saints Gate VVithout Repentance we should come too late But since Confessions are in Vogue so much As well in yours as in the Roman Church If now you Church of England Men will Please This time of Lent and give your Conscience Ease To make your Publick and your Free Confession To all those Jesuits who do make Profession Of the same Faith as is profess'd at Rome In this prescribed Form which now is come Unto your hands although the Form be such As will not please the Old Right Roman Church Yet we will freely give you all Remission Without those Jesuits or the Pope's Commission Which some believe may be as firm and Full As if proclaimed by his Roaring Bull. Turn over Leaf and there you may Behold These Christian Pills and all Inlaid with Gold Which if you take will do your Souls more Good Than all the Crab-Trees in your Churches Wood And if they prove too Gentle and too Kind We have a stronger Potion yet behind Which some presume without any more to do Will cure the Pope and Church of England too And so make way for a more Christian State Which shall treat All without a Broken Pate Ho Antichristos then will have Check-Mate This purging Pill which is more strong and stout Deo juvante next Spring shall come out It may be sooner as we now shall find Unto our Muse you shall be curst or kind In the mean while if what we now have sent Unto our Prince and the next Parliament As a Small Present for the next New Year And they accept it then we do not Fear But King and Parliament will both agree To banish hence All Roman Trumpery And all things else as shall offensive be Unto God's Church and Christian Liberty Which when effected then our Bells shall Ring And all with one consent aloud shall sing God save Great James our Christian Faith's Defender Who to his Subjects will be Dear and Tender When they chop off the Persecution Joynt And they speak French and all shall cry Non Point POSTSCRIPT WHen sturdy Storms are gone and past Shall pleasant Calms appear If Church-men will confess at last Then Rome we need not fear Nunquam sera est ad Bonos mores Via The Imposing Members of the Church of England part of their Last Lent Confession as then recommended to be made by them viz. To all Roman Catholick Priests and Jesuits of Persecuting Principles and Profession I. COme let us Sing God Save our King From all your hopeful Crew Could we once more but Guard our Shore From such Bold Priests as you Oh! then we will use all our Skill At once to make us Free Noncons we 'll Court to spoil your Sport Then surely down go Ye II. And since we find those Men Inclin'd To give us all Remission This time of Lent before all Spent VVe 'll make our fair Confession And never more as heretofore

present Multitude Against all those whom now they so much Hate Though in their Rage meet many a broken Pate Heav'ns so protect us from their Furious Heat They do not make both Prince and People Sweat. And so My Lords we 'll take our fair Adieu The Issues here are solely left to you Our Proofs are plain you cannot them withstand Ask your own Conscience that will you command This Light within which is on great Truth 's side Will you Impeach and all the World beside Consider then how you are acted now Heav'ns you direct and so God speed the Plow Though Innocent and Guilty we may Swear So opposite as Truth and Falshood are For to be Innocent and Guilty too A thing most strange yet not so strange as true And shews to all who are not in a Heat All Innocent Popes are but a Sacred Cheat And tho' with Lambs Horns to the World appear Yet Wolves and Tygers to Christ's Flock they are Monstrum Horrendum we may truly say To all such Popes who have so gone Astray Yet by Experience we do daily find Some Men among us of the self-same mind Who are a Limb of the right Scarlet Whore So long as Penal Statutes they Adore Good Lord forgive them if it be thy Will If not Confound them in their Craft and Skill That so Christ's Church may more and more Increase And Truth proclaim an Everlasting Peace Heav'ns say Amen to what we do desire And save us all From Everlasting Fire Epilogus aut Conclusio WHat though the Church of England is so high What though the Kirk of Scotland is laid bye Though the same time she is a Crafty Spy. What though the Church of Rome plays Have at All What though Dissenters cry No Church at all Were better much than to have such a Church As leaves all others but themselves i' th' Lurch What though last Spring two Churches lay at Stake And neither would a saving Bargain Make One Church did hope to get the Vpper Hand The other still would have the sole Command One Church by chance did get the Weather Gage Then smoke of Gun-shot made the other Rage One would not stoop the other would not yield And by consent they both did take the Field They both were sullen and were both so High And neither would with our fair Muse comply To give her License though if then they had For ought they know times had not been so bad With some of them yet still we hope to see All things to end in Perfect Amity No Warlike Drums within our Streets shall hear But all our Churches Orange Flowers bear All Antichristian Laws shall be abhor'd And all with Meekness serve the Highest Lord. A Copy of VERSES long since made but very Proper at this present Conjuncture to be Perused by some straight-laced Men now of our English Nation Viz. I. OPinion Rules the Humane State And Domineers in every Land Shall Sea or Mountain Separate Whom God hath joyn'd in Nature's Band Dwell they far or dwell they near They 're all my Father's Children Dear II. Lend me the bright Wings of the Morn That I from hence may take my Flight From Cancer unto Capricorn Far swifter than the Lamp of Night Where e'er my winged Soul doth fly All 's Fair and Lovely in mine Eye III. Features and Colours of the Hair These all do meet in Harmony The Black the Brown the Red the Fair All Tinctures of Variety In single simple Love alone These Various Colours are but one IV. I' th' Flegmatick I Sweetness find The Melancholly Grave and VVise The Sanguine Merry to my Mind From Choler Flames of Love arise In single simple Love alone All these Complexions are but one V. The Nightingal doth never say Though he be King of Melody Unto the Cuckow or the Jay VVhy sing you not so sweet as I. Each tunes his Harp in Love alone These Various Notes are all but one VI. Behold the painful lab'ring Hand And he that keeps the harmless Sheep The Country Swain that Tills the Land The Merchant that doth Plough the Deep Each doth his Work in Love alone One Works for all and all for one VII I Love with all my Heart and Soul The French the Dutch the English Man The Turk the Swede the Dane the Pole The Spaniard and the African In this I see in Love alone All Nations reconcil'd are one VIII VVith open Arms let me imbrace The Heathen Christian Turk or Jew The Lovely and Deformed Face The Sober and the Jovial Crew In single simple Love alone All Forms and Features are but one IX The Protestant is all my Joy The Baptist and the Monarchy The Puritan though he be Coy The Papist full of Charity In single simple Love alone All these Perswasions are but one X. Then Sail I with my Love as far As China and the Indian Shore From the Artick to the Antartick Star The Tawney and the Blackamore From thence I Travel round about To Countries never yet found out XI My Heart of Love is very Sick All Nations in the VVorld I woo My Soul is turning Catholick And so is my Religion too The Deity in all doth move So Vniversal is my Love. FINIS Rev. 13. 16.

Chair to learn Successive Wit Which was improv'd so much by them who stood To be Successors of that piece of Wood A Sacred Piece no doubt St. Peter's Chair Wherein he sate at Rome and there did wear His Tripple Crown although he ne'er came there A thing most strange yet not so strange as True If you will search among the Learned Crew Of Church Historians 't is a dubious Point Enough to put the Pope's Nose out of Joynt For they suppose and this may end all Strife He never was at Rome in all his Life His Mission was unto the Jewish Race But to the Gentiles Paul did preach God's Grace But leaving this Contest we 'll tell you how This Net was made and who did Speed the Plow These Fisher-men at their first setting out Caught only small Fish seldom got a Trout But in short time laying their Heads together They made a Net to serve all Winds and Weather And ever since at every Haul and Throw The caught Fat Salmons and small Gudgeons too Trouts Tenches Pikes and Sharks too of all Sizes Whole Shoals of Whiteings of all Rates and Prizes Crabs Lobsters Praunes and Cods-heads without number 'T was hard to part each others Lot asunder So many Souls sometimes are caught that they Have hardly Bags to Port that Fish away And when too small they throw them back again Into that Element from whence they came Until such time they are a Statute Size Then to their Nets they are a Legal Prize Hum quoth Pope Pius this will do our Feat When we impose this Pius Fraud and Cheat As a great Point of the True Christian Faith As now their Learned Authors plainly saith This is that Limbus Patrum they have found To purge all Souls which come with their Round VVho can them Blame for building such Free Schools To catch some Knaves and to trappan rich Fools From East to West from North to Southern Cape Like Greedy Vultures to commit a Rape Upon our Senses and our Reasons they VVill compass Sea and Land to get their Prey Their Sacra Fames to the Golden Ore Makes them love Fishing on the Indian Shore There is that Goddess which they so Adore Here we will leave them to give those the Lurch VVho are such Fops to trust in such a Church And to Conclude our Muse to please you all She now will Storm the Roman Capital By an Address unto those Prelates there VVhich are the highest next the Roman Chair The Cardinals of Rome these are the Men She will attack now with her Christian Pen And if our Scaleing Ladders do succeed VVe 'll make his Hoary Head and Heart to Bleed And may the Heavenly Hoast inspire our Pen That by their Aid these great and Mighty Men May be so charm'd as to confess and say They have all erred and have gone Astray Now with this Prologue we will Mount the Stage Most Noble Lords so learned and so Sage VVe humbly pray that you will please to hear VVhat now great Truth shall whisper in your Ear. VVe here are come most plainly you to tell How first the Wars betwixt you fell And Christ's true Church by your Vsurping Popes From whose great Bondage now there is great Hopes That other Nations too as well as we From that Egyptian Yoke may be set Free. And it was thus when first they did Presume Unto themselves a Power to Assume Over Christs Church which he did never give Nor never will as long as they shall Live. And by that Power held with Force and Strife Made them all Rebels to the Lord of Life Which unto you shall plainly now appear If but with Patience you will lend an Ear And if you will own Scripture and your Reason You 'll find them guilty of most Horrid Treason Truth doth impeach them and they all shall have A Noble Trial most Genteel and Brave You shall be Judges both of Law and Fact This you must own to be a Genteel Act To make their Friends both Judge and Jury too Nothing but Truth would venture so to do These mighty Prelates now suppos'd in Court After this Manner we will Storm their Fort. First then they left their only Supream Head By willful straying to an Harlots Bed And by their Fornication Wine and Oyle The Nations of the Earth they did beguile Then was the War Proclaim'd and did begin Then was revealed the great Man of Sin Justly so stiled by his coming In. With lying Signs and Wonders to bewitch Most Churches since with his most sinful Itch And setting in Gods Temple with his Cope There shews himself your great Lord God the Pope If this won't do the Treason for to find We have a Nubes Testium yet behind And if your Foreman now shall take his Pen Into his Hand Record but now and then Only the heads of what they all shall swear Their evidence shall be strong and clear That Billa Vera you will quickly find And how our Saviour never left behind Such substitutes as now are at the Bar None of Christs Vicars but Impostors are Let now your Court but call them and command Silence a while and you shall understand Enter Witnesses You Roman Lords whom now great truth as such Hath made you Judges of your Head and Church Though from that Head you have been rais'd so high Yet on your Justice she will now rely Y 〈…〉 as Men now much concern'd for those 〈…〉 Friends and never were your Foes Earth-quakes and Fires Pestilence and Sword You hear too much from all those Friends abroad VVhich often are Praecursors of ill Fate Sometimes to Churches sometimes to a State VVe wish they may but have their due Effect Upon all those which God's Laws now neglect The Grand Superiors though they seldom meet Yet when they do their Aspects are not sweet If this Court please to try your present Head Pope Innocent who standeth in Christ's steed As all his Predecessors did before Find him but Guilty let him pay their Score They will be punish'd in the World to come You may him punish now he 's Pope of Rome All are Vicegerents for the Golden Fleece Not for lean Rabbets but for all Fat Geese As we have Sworn we do declare here first That this Great Prelate hath betray'd that Trust Which he pretends unto as will appear To this High Court by Evidence most clear Christ's Precepts were to teach Men by his Word His Precepts are to teach Men by his Sword. Christ's Precepts were to live an Holy Life And when Men pleas'd might take a Virtuous Wife His Precepts are so Chaste as to take none Like to that Virtuous Pope the Lady Joan. Our Blessed Lord wash'd his Disciples Feet But this Great Lord his Subjects they must Greet His Sacred ' Toes in that submissive From As if to stoop he did abhor and Scorn Christ's Kingdom was to rule Mens Hearts and Souls But in his Kingdom he all Men Cajoles Both in their Bodies and