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
he doth Monarchs Commons-creatures call That so at 's Will their Thrones may stand and fall If Peters Key to Peter cannot frame Kings Scepters then Pauls Sword shall doe the same Feuers to Plagues Scabs turne to Leprosie If Romes Physicion bring not Remedie This ramping Lion fils all parts with horrour His Flockes in Field he frights with feare and terrour Peeres wait at 's Board Monarchs his Bridle hold His very Feet are kist by Champions bold 'T was the Popes voice an Emp'rours necke alone Was th' Aspe and Basilishe he 'd trample on To hold his Stirrâ—p Kings must crouch and bend Whiles this great Priest on horsebacke doth ascend An Emp'rour kneeles whilst he with high renowne With hand and fâ—â—t puts on puts off his Crowne This Popish Latro-Monarch th' Eagles plumes Plucks off yea Emp'rours Crownes and Iems assumes See doe not Popes succeed in Peters place Does not Christ Them his Substitutes embrace A Scarlet Stole gold Stoole with Garlâ—nd crown'd With worldly wealth pompe glory thus renown'd With Starre-like Iems and sparkling Stones most precious Voluptuous Life much Ease Riot pernicious Persian apparell stiffe Necke glistering Head A shining Crest gay Shape Front garnished Wagging his Diamond-sparkling fingers fine Proffering to kisse his Hand and Feet diuine Gazing on 's Troope and Traine while each one sings Haile the Worlds Father our great King of Kings Borne on Mens-backes while mighty Monarchs must Prop-vp his Pride and from their Thrones be thrust Bearing in 's hand the sacred Keyes of Rome Earths high Tribunall vnder Christ t'assume Forcing hells Fiends his Friends to doe his will And heauens Angelike Hoast his Hest fulfill Taken for God and taking cleane away Sins Guilt yea op'ning all Heau'n Gates for pay Drown'd in delights of all sorts with mad pride He celebrates each Gourmandizing-Tyde These truely these are holy Popes best Signes These Peter had these God to them assignes who 'le then deny but he that 's well in 's wits But Popes to be Gods Stewards well befits He can giue Heau'n to th' Heinous and bestow Faiths Crowne on those in treason that oreflow Falshood is Faith true Worship Coniuration So please the Pope and Truth Equiuocation If by one-Plot the Publike-weale had perisht So please the Pope that-Plot must needs be cherisht If Parricides in Parents sides their sword Should sheath the Pope quicke pardon could afford Yea all Law-breakers shall be faultlesse held So please the Pope who Lawes doth rule and weild Rule 's out of Rule Law Lawlesse guidelesse all When pleaseth this High-Priest Pontificall And though 'gainst Christ blaspemous words be spoke If from his holy-Mouth they turne to smoke That poorely-pure Leo the tenth durst say What talke we of that Tale of Christ I pray O holy Speech and for Faiths Fostrer fit For him which in the High-Priests Chaire doth sit It shewes indeed Monarchicke-Pope most plaine Of Christ thou nought but Title dost retaine Thus hast thou Thou all-daring impious wight Thy gastly Gorgons sottish Sects to fright Thou Kingdomes Kings dost thus tame terrifie Thus mak'st thou foes yeeld most submissiuely Thus vnto thee witnesse thy selfe was giuen Pow'r of the double-slicing Sword from heau'n If in one-hand that two-fold brandisht Blade Thou shake day night light darkenes straight is made All 's become comely which vncomely seem'd If Crownes be thine if th' Ephod such be deem'd But here the Moralists facetious Fable Seemes thee to paint a Iugler admirable While the fond Camell wisht for Hornes deni'd His fore-giuen Eares he lost for 's foolish pride So whilst the Pope both Swords to gripe doth gape Shortly he shall lose both desert of Rape Thus thus 't is plaine or I my selfe deceiue All 's his that Christ did to prime Peter leaue The Pope is Peters Heire of All likewise As Prince of Priests he thus doth Peterize Nor God nor Man nor both but twixt both dubious A two-legg'd Thing monstrous amphibious A Semi-god two natures Ianus-Elfe To Pet'r as like as Peter's to himselfe Him God ordain'd to sit in Iudgement seate And vnder God Priests Ashuerâ—sh great When of Christs Church to Heires their parts were made All fell to th' Pope as pilfering Popes haue said He 's heau'ns Key-Keeper and House-Keeper great To Saints in heau'n he giues gaiâ—e-sayes a Seat To hells deepe dungeon he throwes desperately Infinite Soules yet none dare aske him why White into blacke old new squares into rounds He turnes but mutter and he thee confounds Thou but whetst wrath digg'st flames the Lion sharest With taunting termes if chide the Pope thou darest If once this Lion big Behemoth roare His breath will blast and beat thee o're and o're Then O dire Fate too late thou shalt be taught What 't is this Halfe-man-God to set at nought Maturely then lest his fierce fury boyle Slacke and draw backe the fuell of thy spoyle And if thou loue thy selfe vnboyled yet Quickly submissely run to Rome 't is fit For I thinke sure thou scarce secure canst be When night and day such dangers threaten thee O supreme Prelate Earths God sacred Sire Didst thou for this Christs Sheepefold thus acquire To Peters chaire was such fierce fury giuen Are these mens duties seruices of Heauen Art Thou Christs Tipe dost Thou in 's roome reside Th' art rather Type of Tarquin's Plutoes pride OF THE INTERPRETATION OF THE SCRIPTVRES THE THIRD SATYRE The ARGVMENT Since 't is most plaine Popes can explaine Gods Writ To seeke to Them in All. Doubts is most sit THe Trident Councell hath confirm'd the scope Of Scriptures to the pleasure of the Pope Whose sacred Sense on Romes Hiâ—â— Priest depends And therefore to Romes loue submissely bends If not her Readers shall be sure to finde Nothing but Wry-wayes By-wayes darke and blinde For 't is Gods Word which none well vnderstand Vnlesse the Pope puâ— to his helping hand Consult with Popish Rubricks lest thou wander This Ariadne guides in Texts Meander For of Gods Word he 's th' onely Hermes best The holy-Ghost being seated in his brest And the Popes Word is Gods Word certainly In whom is not least spot of Heresie This Wizards quicke Wit picks-out passing well Marrow from bones Nut-kernels from the shell The holy words true sense he sure finds out Who else interprets leaues the text in doubt He onely being Scriptures South-Sayer sure Resolues the doubts of rigid Texts obscure Sols day-starre which to Christs Church giues pure light And doth darke clouds of Errour banish quite He 's vertues Watch-Towre rule of Pietie Lawes light and Courts bright-beame of Equitie The Sages Starre Christs birth shew'd not so right As Popes to Christians doe Gods Word enlight Like as the Sunne fills All with shine most pure So his cleare Light makes bright the Bible sure And since his Paraphrase from Errour 's free Ergo the Texts pure Sense from him must be If at his Candle thou'lt not kindle thine Th' art blinde and Gods Word cannot in thee shine The
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
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
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 so many slaine This worke they would but wrought their worke in vaine Is this life-giuing true Christianitie Is this firme faith pure Popish Pietie Ill deeds to good-ends None may enterprise And yet may Rome doe such that Rome may rise Had all our heads vpon one Necke then stood As Nero once desir'd Romes man of blood That Necke with one cracke of sulphurious smoke Had beene smit-off had not God stayd the stroke O wretched Worke to which all woes are due Great wracke more great than may be held for true Who present saw All noted All he saw To trust all seene his owne eyes scarce could draw With such fierce flames of quicke sulphurious scath Doth Rome promoue approue her Cath'licke Faith Alas Christs truth into Kings Courts ne're came With Swords with Poysons Pistols Powder-flame Couer'd with Satans knauish-cloakes to slay Till Romes Philistims grew so great so gay Did Peter fish for Kings in streames of blood No Belzebub can fish best in that flood To be catcht-vp in Bloud as Peters fish And pay so deare for Rome I le neuer wish O thus euen thus each Romish-Traitour hath A Vault to hide his Treason as his Faith Oft bloody blasts from Romes Tarpeian Towre Brake forth and did thousands of Soules deuoure Fire-spitting Brats igneous Ignatius bred If Iesuites be his Brood as so 't is sed Religion hath beene euer fring'd with fraud And Piety beene made foule Treasons Bawd While Iesuites doe what them the Pope hath bidden Vnder their Mealy-mouthes foule Fiends lye hidden The Churches Weapons once were Prayers and Teares Romes Weapons now Swords Fire-brands Poysons Speares Viperous-Imps are in Romes bowels bred And truely barbarous boystrous is her Head Boasters in Blood in Fire in Swords in Rapes thou 'dst Papists iudge foule Deuils in Mens faire shapes Though many props doe Romes Religion stay Their Chiefest hold on Sword and Fire they lay But whil'st thus oft their Flocks they fleece o're-throw They Signes of Romish Faith and False-hood show Within foule Crimes without Reuenge they beare Acts against Christ none vnaueng'd appeare Alas why by two deaths thought Tisiphone On ours to prey and then to slay her owne For Rockey Peters Chayre Faiths Rock to bee Thou by Salt-Peter Powder Fire wouldst see But now the World their Papall pranckes espies And Romish Rhea shames at hir owne Lyes Romes Ram-like Actors came vpon the Stage But God oppos'd their hatefull Actiue-Rage O Rome thou buildest Nests Birds canst not hatch Acknowledge then Gods Hands Gods Eyes thee watch Thus Babels brood her Birth could not bring out Whereof prime pregnant Hope made them past doubt Damn'd Dirae sighed and hells furies fum'd Yea Plutos pallace shooke as nigh consum'd Because their hellish hopes tooke none effect And heauen did timely their deceit derect Reioyce blest Brittaine in this New-saluation And keepe That day with endlesse recordation Christ freed thy Soule from hell fire and this fire Than euer any flame to hels came nigher That day which they Britaines blacke-Day would see Nouembers fifth Britaines bright-day shall be The day was Tews-day but by Popish spight Papists Ash-Wednesday it had beene more right Daniell deliuered from the Lions den Had not such cause to praise God as We then For rage of roaring Lyons oft is tam'd But Romes fierce Wrath is quenchlessely enflam'd For euer then fell Papists howle lament Your Popish Powder-Pieties Intent For all the Oceans floods will ne're make cleane Perfidious Rome thy knauish Sinke obscene Englands Transalpinated Papistrie Hath wrought such oft Blood-smeared crueltie Breeds our Transmarine Trauaile so light minde Let 's then by Law be to our homes confinde For doubtlesse this detestable foule fact Was counsell'd courag'd by the Popes compact For he which bids doe what 's almost done he In 's will doth worke must stay 't or authour be Had he not cast Paternall care from 's heart He 'd ne're haue playd such a Step-fathers part Who from his Bubble-bellowing Bulls boiles out All Caco-curses hellish Broiles about And thus he saies Let one-day England make One Graue whose note on future day shall shake Vices Vice-roy or Vice It selfe is Hee Who Peters Chaire dares foule with Villanie We read that when the High-Priest vs'd to enter Gods Holyest-Place without Blood Hee 'd not venture So Romes High-Priest vnlesse some blood hee taste To 's Shiloh Synagogue doth seldome haste Thus one of many facts we haue found out Heare Others now not better Ones I doubt To All Sins fuell this Dispenser findes And much fine-Flowre out of Crimes-corne he grinds Popes Pardons purge foule Homicides most white Makes blots and spots of bloody Daggers bright And if this Priest of Romes rare Rocke dispense Thou quit maist sit free from all foule offence Or if the Lawes strict Act thee guilty make Deaths deadly Act on Thee no hold shall take Antichrists Bull and Christs Blood are nere kin For that as this pardons and pures All Sin If Romes blest Bishop warres wiles periurie Commands as iust iust they are instantly For the Popes pleasure is all deeds direction 'T is Law of Lawes to yeeld him sole subiection Thou then Who bids not what Hee bids take heed And doe his Will with Courage and with Speed And doe his Will for Christ did All Command To the Lord God of Romes high Hests to stand His Fist Arme Shoulders Warlike Engines are Least Hee grow Mad then haue a speciall care For first these regall Rites Christ Peter gaue And to Romes Peter Protâ—-Pope most braue But Romes rich Patriarke to be Peters Heire Saint Peters Chaire and Miter There declare All Crownes Thrones Kingdomes through Earths ample scope Christ gaue to Peter Peter to the Pope And Hee which Fathers moues Himselfe approues Patrician But Hee Father Peter moues Therefore all th' honour Christ to Peter gaue Our Lord the Pope I surely hope must haue And in prime Peter All rare Acts you see Must this Petreian-Patrons Actions bee The word is vaine vertue comes not by kinde Saint Peters off-Spring wee excepted finde But Peters pious Life and last Confession In the Popes Chaire find no Chaire nor Impression Peters faint-Faith O Christ Thee thrice denide Full oft the Pope Vice-Christ doth Thee deride Yet Peters teares shew'd Peter penitent But no man euer saw the Pope repent Lastly for Thee Peter did gladly dye The Pope thy Members murthers cruelly See who 'l deny the Pope to haue as due Sure Shape Staffe Stoole of Peter Martyr true Rules not wise Palinurus in Romes Ocean Peters tall Ship without least Slip in 's motion Peters Ship sure on many a Rocke and Shelfe Hee driues and is the Ships worst Rocke Himselfe AN EPILOGVE OF THE ANTECEDENTS THus Romes Dictator All the World directs Thus Hee Gods holy Bible foules infects Thus Sacrilegiously Gods Gifts Hee 'l sell Simon not Peter Magus matching well Thus faines hee Fancies fond Hereticall Of Heretikes being Head Spirituall Thus Monarchs hee to iarres and Warres incites
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.
And Salues apply which Health from Sicknes driue If Strumpet Rome had not a brazen Brow She could not but my Words for truth auow If shee deny as that shee hath and will It shall her brand with prostituted Ill. But now le ts see what rotten Rags remaine What vpstart Tricks Romish Faith to sustaine Do'st know great Purgatories wondrous fire This flame cleares soules Bags emptieth for hire This purgeth Purses pregnant with pure gold Romes strong gold-glister torrid zoane behold This purgeth metals though most pure before And leaues to fooles of wit and wealth small store A Bug-Beare is this great Catharticke flame Popes painted hell Worlds Scarre-Crow fools to tame How this fond Popes fond fire fond fooles doth fright How foolish lightnings from 's false heau'ns shine bright Nothing but Sinons voice Fraud Chimicke trickes Is in this strange Purse-purifying Styx He which can quickly kindle this quicke flame Can if he list rare Craftesmen quench the same Thou hast O Sacred Sir firme facultie To damne redeeme all soules that there doe frie If thou canst saue but wilt not th' art too iust But if thou wouldst and canst not who 'le thee trust Choose wheth'r of these since either of these o'rethrow thee A Lying-Priest or Tyrant-fierce they shew thee Romes Pontificke Pompificke Prelate rather Such fond Daedalean fantasies doth father And Berengarius quaintly quips them well For pot and pottage they the World excell But I if lawfull 't is may terme them true Mercuries Ioiners Coiners of faith new Great reason i st that Purgatories fire Should burne most bright and warme the Popes desire For if this Money-fertile fire goe out Popes chimneys would alas lie cold I doubt O Supreme Priest Apostle generall Great master of the Chaire dogmaticall O let illiterate Me be farther taught The Babylonish Rites thy braines haue brought Thy great Decrâ—e from heau'n all those keeps out Which from Thy sheep-cote straggle stray about Thy slightest censure makes damn'd Atheists flie Thee to displease brings death vndoubtedly No scourge of Heretickes ere rag'd like Thee Yet thou worst Hereticke they guiltie be Since Personall Succession helpes thee not Thy Faiths Succession who regards a iot Yet this I grant as Darkenesse followes Light Thou and thy sheepe-hooke follow Peter right Thou Caiaphas 〈◊〉 Cephas dost succeed Simon not Peter Magus did thee breed Annas and Caiphas held succession faire But Christ and'â— followers did not for it care Issue of Men Faiths issue can't imply Nor empty scabbards win a victorie By hearing not succeeding Faith 's begot A Holy life makâ—s good-men Orders not Ancletus Cletus Clemens Linus Pope Which who succeeds to shew is past all hope And to this day the tyranne Turke doth hold Foure Patriarke Seates by foure Popes lost or sold. Thus he Vice-Christ doth Christ sucâ—eed 't is right For Vice-Christs Presence breeds Christs Absence quite That rauening Wolues should follow Pastors pure Saint Paul foretold and Gods Amen proues sure O disguisde Sire Christs Vicar vizard fac't Which here on earth hells forces courses haste Shew me more Wardroabes of thy Alcaron And nouell Tricks thy Treuet stands vpon 'T is thy diuine decree that Man sins slaue Can worke Gods Will yea more then God doth craue The Iust thou sayst doe it but perfect men Doe more than Gods Law doth demand of them But i st in me the Law of God to doe Why then by Bond did God me binde thereto The Law me kills the Law me tramples-on Can then Lifes acts by Dead be vndergon By power of mans Free-will and inbred-good Thou dost despise disgrace Christs blessed Blood And lasting life t'election to make sure Thou 'lt vse thy Mud and not Christs Mould most pure Christs blood shut-vp vaine Veniall-Sinnes thou 'lt finde Which to Deaths Doome the soule of no man binde But eu'n these sins which froÌ„ Christs bloud thou'dst free Will cause thy soule Christs Kingdome ne're to see Whilst by the Law thou lookest for Saluation Thou dost the Law by meere imagination For how thou â—anst Gods firme Law vndergoe Thine owne fast-law-bound Conscience best can show Christs Bloud thou sayst for Sinne not Paine did pay Yet thy Indulgence can take Both away Sometime thou'lt Penanco haue yet Sinne protected Can Sinne be salu'd yet Penance be expected O the Indulgent loue os Romes kinde Father To binde loose shew to Guilt and Guiltie fauour At once he blowes and sups makes hot and cold Bindes and vnbindes vnbound things fast doth hold What e're he pardons he can punish to Make Guiltie Guiltlesse this and more he 'le doe His Ramish-Romish Faith much Mirth may make But whos 's weake Faith true growth from it can take He which is dawbd with extreme Vâ—ction hath Full strength to struggle with spirituall scath This blessed Balme Christs blessed seruants makes He 's none of Christs that Babels Balme forsakes But Caluinists though Papists rage and raue To greaze their Boots this oyle doe often saue Calixtus wisely did foure Fasts ordaine For bodies yeares foure quarters doâ— containe Like the foure Humours and foure Elements And as foure farthings for foure Egges contents As Peter was a Fisher fish to vse Peters religious Popes doe chiefly choose Repentance was no Sacrament of old Penance is now a new-one vncontrould Baptisme's a pledge of Faith to Christ conioyn'd And by this Badge Romes Vice-Christ his will finde Heau'ns life Eternall by externall lauing We get and thence comes all mens hope of sauing This Salt this Oyle these magicke Arts ranke Spittle Abuse thy people O Christ not a little O damn'd deeds of Romes botching-Bishop base Gods Law and pure Hand-writing to disgrace Heretickes this Arch-Hereticke makes those Which will not seuen sound Sacraments suppose For the seuen Card'nall Vices Vertues show From the new cou'nant iust seuen Signes to grow i th' Eucharist their Wine is poysnous sure For laymen may not that dire draught endure These thirstie Guests sup sip no moisture they Against their wils That cup to passe them pray If Sacrilegiously they 'l halfe with-hold With neither part to part they may be bold Masse-Priests tooke Bread and Wine Laicks but Bread If Bread serue these with both why are Priests fed The answer 's easie Who eats Bread has Wine For needs must Flesh within it Bloud conioyne Well if meere-Bread both Bread and Wine doth coope Why besides Bread take Priests so sound a Sâ—ope And if one-Element sufficient be Change turnes Giue Laicks Wine take Bread to thee Since Christ Cup Bearer-like gaue vs his Blood How is it by audacious Popes withstood Confession is thou sayst Sinnes Remedie But thy flocke findes it Curing-Crueltie Their soule being fed with Vineger and Gall When pard'ned to sinnes Penance 't is in thrall Soule-Tyrannizing Pope dire dregs hard heart O how vnkindely-kinde alas thou art No Laude much Fraud in thy Confessions be Which thy Newes-quaffâ—ing-Eares slie Clarke drink free Surely the fond Confessors selfe oft times Both heares and cleares