time They ar mustering now of Sathans regiment Their plot is lay'd hope feeds their vild intent When time shall be into combustion thrown And falsehoods nurse to hostile actions growne Wars thunder then when it shaâ—â—â—â—â—l shake the world People shal be into amasement whorld A scaâ—â—â—â—â—let horce shal stomble and fall downe And after him a triple hallowed crowne The beast whose legges of claye and Irone wrought Must be vnto a feareful ruine brought Because Gods tâ—â—â—â—â—uth for to defile he sought He and his sea shall wast and come to nougâ—â—â—â—â—t 〈◊〉 seat doeth shake and reele I see him â—â—â—â—â—alling The wounded monster on the earth lies scravvling He gapes for breath strangled himselfe he choakes About his eares his painted Pallace smoakes Downe tumble must that triple crowned whore Once falâ—â—â—â—â—e her fall not any shall deplore But those that would her spotted garments weare Whose foreheads doe the marke of Dagon beare The Champions all which would the best maintaine Shall at his feete by conquering swords be slaine Gog ouerthrowne Magâ—â—â—â—â—g shall thinke to come With fire and sworde through glorious Christendome From Eâ—â—â—â—â—phrates and Tygris then shal â—â—â—â—â—ise A strength that will our tyrants tyrannise Arabians Gulâ—â—â—â—â—e to Percias Gulfe shall flow From whence a high reard softly floud shall grow Whose Sea like waues from thence to Fes shall roule Downe tumbling all that would their force controule Râ—â—â—â—â—uenge and death to warâ—â—â—â—â—es alarums leades The Eagles last continued monstrous heads The mountaine VVolâ—â—â—â—â—es froÌ„ Christian bounds cald hence Christians then by force shall driue them thence And Christendome whilst God her peace doth shield Shall striue aright in her Gods house to build That she may teach the nations thus to say Her Christ is God we will his lawes obay Our Bishops then the truth shall ratifie In order chiefe not in authoritie And that Religion shall stand most beloued Whose rule is best by Scriptures truth approoued And for a Iudge a Church finde out we can That knew the truth before the Pope began Then shall the Church be built on Peters faith And that beleeue which holy Scripture saith Then shall Gods Church her strength and glory see When Christ alone her corner stone shall be Aboue Gods word shall then be raisde no head By Christ their Sheapheard shall his flock be lead Such Vnion shall the Northren Prince contriue As Christians shall no more with Christians striue Then Christendome shall all her power bestow By force to worke the Pagans ouerthrow All Christian Princes will themselues protect As shall the Northren Prince their course direct And now me thinkes I see a glorious sight A Christian Armie shining wondrous bright Marching in warres 〈◊〉 fit for fight In the defence of their Redeemers â—â—â—â—â—ight The Northren Emperour doth the red crosse beare To whoâ—â—â—â—â—e command the armie craues to sweaâ—â—â—â—â—e With 〈◊〉 bloud their warlike weapons staines 〈◊〉 fields and faire Hungarian plaines Whilst 〈◊〉 Ismael and the cursed seed Doe striue to make each others breast to bleed Working that worke for which they were compouÌ„ded That each by other may be with warre consounded The tâ—â—â—â—â—mperour of the North that Prince of fame Brings Christendome into her wonted frame And all that did vnto that Empire bend At last shall back vnto that state descend Empires and Kingdomes shall at once recoile And bend their strength to worke their spoilers spoile Those lockt vp Deuils in wildest Mountaines bred Whom Christian hands from thence deliueted To whom at first the Sarazens gaue pay By whom at last themselues destroyed were they By all that strength which hath their wrong indur'd Shall be at last their rac'd out name procur'd Sara and Ketura shall a conquest winne Of whom there is a mightie power vnseene And then once more in pompe of Empire swels Those that are calde Religious 〈◊〉 Before they doe the sacred truth retaine Mongst them is 〈◊〉 and Elias slame From forth the North a Lyons voyce shall rore And make them then the murthered dead deplore The doctrine which they taught once calde to minde Shall Heathens teach the way heauens path to finde Old Magog then new built his name shall loose And for his God the God of Gods shall choose The Northren Empire shall to him disclose That Truth gainst which he did himselfe oppose The Persians shall the Christians kindly greet When both their Armies shall with conquest meet Mount Harmons dew that sweetly then distils From off the tops of faire Arabian hils Shall fall on them of Abrahams line the race Though yet vnseene by faith the seeds of grace Then hungrie Dogges no more a stray shall wander Iudeas race shall finde the Bridegromes chamber Time takes in hand to worke this wonder great A Northren blast must coole the Sothern heate For of the Princes that shall worke this thing The worthiest power from forth the North shall spring A Potent Prince a strong and powerfull King His famous deeds through all the world shall ring It is establisht and his Throne shall stand Whose force shall take a wondrous worke in hand In his blest Liâ—â—â—â—â—e triumphant glory goes With glorious Race of conquering Emperours This is the winde and Lion of the wood From whom a most Emperiall strength shall bud And to the Eagle in wrathes fiers fury speake And al his winges and Feathers peâ—â—â—â—â—cemeale breake The Heathens he at iudgments bar shall set And make them know the power gainst which they freâ—â—â—â—â— He shall the land from Paganisme deliuer And wash heauens flock in faith's saluations riuer He shall the earth with heauenly grace refresh And vnto her heauens lawes with truth expresse The foes whereof he shall with force destroy And turne earths bondage into freedomes ioye Set free her hope shall waite on that saluation whose mercies iudgment layed her first foundation This Royall line the whole continuance summes Of all the yeares vntill great Shilâ—â—â—â—â— comes God shortly will the businesse vndertake For which he doeth the Northen Empier make Vpon his head stands an Emperiall Crowne Whose Monarchy shall throw Romes Empire dovvne Fooles though they brag their cloud of earths elusâ—â—â—â—â—on Both must and shall come to a rac't confusion And that eare long time doeth a course beginne Whereby consum'd shall be worlds sinke of sinne This happen shall and when these signes appeare Know then the day of iudgment draweth neere Be I excusd and not condempn'd of men No deuill-borne Merline doth direct my pen. Vnto an end time doth each creature driue From holy writ do I these words deriue This rotten age pointing at worlds decay But well obseru'd doth wondrous things bewray Both heauen and earth mankind so loades with sinne They pray heauens God he would their rest beginne And set them in that state wherein they stood When God made all and said all things were good Of time to come what meanes my pen to write Whom present time holdes in such base despight In spight of time and times
what course the Pope doth take His Champions proud so fit for hell to make Let me set forth that euery one may spie The cunning worke of Romes arâ—â—â—â—â—h villany For Romes auaile are built beyond the Seas As Christian deedes some stately Colledges And they are giuen in charitie to bring Vp those that will Romes Masses learne to sing Children there taught the rules of Popery Are learnd to know proud Romes supremacie Their teachers largely doe to them expresse How much thâ—â—â—â—â—y owe to Romes Scald holinesse And that their liues lost in thâ—â—â—â—â— Popes behoofe Confirmes the truth of their religions proofe If for Romes good to shamefull death they come It crownes them with a gloâ—â—â—â—â—ious martirdome Who yeeldes not to Romes lawes are only those Which they must know on earth to be Gods foes Their parents if they shall Romes Pope displease It 's lawfull for them on their liues to seaze To any Prince they are no subiect helde That dares deny vnto Romes sea to yeelde For Rome If subiects their lawfull soueraigne kill Romes lawes affirme that they Gods lawes fulfill Vnto the Church a benefite to bring Each euill is made a sanctimonious thing When thus they are instructed then I hope They may become fit seruants for the Pope Then taking oath in vildest euills to trade They are indeede substanciall villaines made And thus those schooles the Popes best charitie Are made the nurse of treasons treacherie Thether oft goes our Englands Papall youthes To read the volumes of the Popes vntruthes To studie there doe idle wits deuise Where legions are of vprearde mountaine lies Logician like who best can lies mayntaine Can best vphold Romes blood red scarlet traine There in those schooles Rome doth those schollers cheâ—â—â—â—â—ish By whome he hopes to make gods kingdome perish From forth those lakes as from a stigian gulfe To England comes each hell-borne Romane woolfe Of our owne people doe those schooles begâ—â—â—â—â—tt A viperous swarme for vildest treasons fit Seminaâ—â—â—â—â—yes the children of perdition Thence bring to vs Romes Popish superstition With him he brings aucthoritie to beare All shapes and formes and may each fashion weare Sometimes like clownes sometimes like ruffins brâ—â—â—â—â—ue Sometimes like courtiers sometimes like lawyers graâ—â—â—â—â—e Like Farmors Citizens or like a seruing man Like glassemen tinkers or like foote posts can Those Rascalls runne our kingdome round about And not be found when iustice seekes them out They may be droncke or sweare or of the Pope speake 〈◊〉 Forsweare themselues or lie or what they will No euill in them can ioyne sinnes name vnto it If for the Church and Popes auayle they doe it The selfe same power that to deccaue hath he He giues to them that once deccaued be With hells Commission giuen a deuill to preach So doth the Pope his Saints and Children teach From Rome then let this truth be vnderstood The Pope knowes how to make all mischiefs good These hell seed sowers when they come to see Such as to whom they may vnmasked be With wordes dissolu'd in graceles zeale to teares He then to them with humble speech declares He doth no more then their saluation craue He comes their soules from Hell and Deuill to sâ—â—â—â—â—ue Alas saith he your preachers doe you wrong Not of the Church you not to heauen belong Theâ—â—â—â—â— with a crosse and bodie humbly bent My Lord the Pope his holynes hath sent By me from forth Saint Peters blessed store Heauens heauenly kingdome home vnto your doore Oh doe you then with ioye your hearts addresse For to receiue heauens proffered happines To heauen marke well for it is truth I say You cannot goe vnlesse I teach the way And if you will no longer be beguiled To holy Rome you must be reconciled Thus they at first doe set destructions trap And throwe themselues into deuotions lapp They â—â—â—â—â—old their words in seeming holy zeale And from the hearers thus their hearts they steale And when as their perswasions thus haue wrought As to Romes sea by thâ—â—â—â—â—m some soules are brought Then to the Pope once reconcilde and sworne From hence to Rome their hallowed names are borne And afterwardes it s taught them by degrees To vnderstand the strength of Romes decrees And so forth on vntill they come to this To know like them their prince no Christian is And some thing done from sinne their land to free As murthering him should meritorious bee And as they sinde a spirite fit to heare So will they vse their doctrines to declare And giue to them whaâ—â—â—â—â— theiâ—â—â—â—â— denotion brings Beades pictures Saints and pretie hallowed things Popes do maintaine their Antichristian Scisme With relicks ragges and A pish Munckanisme The simple thus by them deceâ—â—â—â—â—ued are The wise are caught euen by the selfe same snare Thus in the daâ—â—â—â—â—cke of hells eternall shade Amongst our selues are English traytors made This is the seede that 〈◊〉 sowe And this the 〈◊〉 that from their labours groue And that these euills vnseene may safely florish our Papists doe them and theiâ—â—â—â—â— actions nourishe But that which threâ—â—â—â—â—ts great Britâ—â—â—â—â—ns monarchie and best vpholde Romes hatefull dignitie Is that mongst vs there ruleth secretly A sea and state of Popish presbetrie In England here Rome hath an Arch-priest plac'd The Pope hath him as with a Councel grac'd Some certaine Papists onely knowes his walke And they alone of Romes diseignes must talkâ—â—â—â—â— All Iesuites of Romes Priuie Councell be For best they know the grounds of trecherie At Rome for them Princelike their Agents are Who doth their causes to the Pope prefer Rome hether they thether vsually As cause requires doe send in embassie Before our safetie can soundly be inioyed This Priest and Councell needes must be destroyed For by their meanes the Pope doth play the deuill And plagues vs here with euery kinde of 〈◊〉 All they desire is our Coâ—â—â—â—â—fusions shame And oâ—â—â—â—â—er vs the Pope supreame to name Arch-Papist doth for this the best he caâ—â—â—â—â— Church-papist he becomes his iorney man All worke together the Pope aloft to rayse And still their working workes our dangeroâ—â—â—â—â—s dayes Of some perhaps that thing is now condâ—â—â—â—â—mned which done would theÌ„ much more haue bin coÌ„mendeâ—â—â—â—â— All did not know by some the treason coynd Once done God knowes how many would haue 〈◊〉 To sound effect could Rome her hopes compose Romes forreine friends would soone becâ—â—â—â—â—me our 〈◊〉 For he on whom is laide their faiths foundation Can quickly giue a geneâ—â—â—â—â—all dispensation What Rome not gets by force or policie By promise vowes oathes threates or 〈◊〉 By charmes in chantments witchcraft sorcerie For that he fights apeâ—â—â—â—â—te or secretly With murther treason bloud and treacherie The Pope makes these his great artillarie Thus he vpholds his sea of blasphemie And when he doth to hostile actions flie Then that which most is shame to Maiestie His kings must serue him in his villanie Ther 's not an euill that hell determine shall But Popes will vse
To the poore mans King a poore mans plainâ—â—â—â—â— shall 〈◊〉 And thus complaine vnto his Maiesty The poore mans breast in seas of sorrow â—â—â—â—â—ost For shipwracke lookes hopes ankeâ—â—â—â—â—s all are lost Oh where is mercie doth the poore man aske On earth to finde it were a wondrous taske The word alone is easie to be found But as a word it hath no more then sound Contempt and scorne extortion Enuies rage They florish bâ—â—â—â—â—st in this remorceles age The poore may say feeling oppressions wrong That fewe or none will sing King Dauids song This rotten world doth painted garments weare Leaues without sâ—â—â—â—â—uit prosessions name doth beare Blest charity diuine religioâ—â—â—â—â—s grace Now stearu'd to death hath but a pictures place Celestiall Loue the goulden chaine of piety Is turn'd to lust and cloth'd in sinnes variety Friendships best shew deceipt and fraud doth 〈◊〉 Dissembling friends are wrapt in flatteries smoake Plaine dealyng men that honest plainnesse vse Them to vphold doth euery hand refuse Clam Clawâ—â—â—â—â—ack he with Peter Piâ—â—â—â—â—k 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To reape reward euen from the worthiest hands Faire words feedes fooles best wise men are miâ—â—â—â—â—led Euen by that baire wherewith most fooles are fed Wel wil they speake whose thoughts 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 euil In words a Sainct in 〈◊〉 a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Who doth desire worlds wise 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 Must learne by art with cunning to 〈◊〉 He that is not beyond all compasse holloâ—â—â—â—â— His wit is grosse and his inuention shallow Good policie hath lost commended vse Bad politicks boast in that words abuse A faithles wit is wisdome which excelles They are best wise that most are 〈◊〉 Wisedome it selfe it selfe doth much disgrace When as it striues a shadow to imbrace As if that men should here for euer liue So they themselues vnto the world do giue Poore men that in this world do want worlds wealth Are sure to want loue friends meat drinke clothes health This proueth liues each for himselfe cries all Great 〈◊〉 thereby from heauen to hell do fall The poore man thus this world his tourâ—â—â—â—â—e doth serue Steale and be hang'd or mourning sigh and starue Wet eyes sad hearts poore men opprest and greeued May liue or die vnpittied vnreleeued Great wealth that 〈◊〉 euill gotten riches fast Will not his bread vpon the water cast Sadly poore men may mourne their wretched thrall Whilst rich men add more bitternesse to gal Proudly rich pompe with proudnesse pride adorneth Proud wealth the poore maÌ„s poorenes proudly scorneth Poore poorely sits his pouerty deploring Wealth as his God sits heapes of durt adoring What old Churles gets by extortious vsury Young fooles do spend in pride and luxury Vaine Vainest Vainnesse Vanity doth nourish In silke and golde vaine ones doe vainely flourish Experience tels Prides painted prodigalitie Hath cut the throat of wonted hospitality The poore mans want no painted Pecock feeles Poore soules must not come neâ—â—â—â—â—e Prides waggon wheelâ—â—â—â—â— Silkes must be worne what price so ere they cost Three suites perhaps ere once the booke be crost Proud female felâ—â—â—â—â—s are like the Ostridge plum'd And Souldiers now by chamber warres consum'd Such in their caps must gallant feathers weare Who in their hearts do such like lightnesse beare Nature no Art beautifies the blood As faire as sweete both artificiall good Muske Ciuit and Imbrothery high priz'd vaine Hath charity with Prides corruption slaine Pride hath so much a decent forme forsooke As now proud heads through gridiâ—â—â—â—â—on ribs must looke So much is lou'd the tricks of French attire As many are more Frencht then they desire Pripe puppet-like in Female folly flings with a good gownes charge in one vaine paire of wings worlds pompe worlds wrack worlds woe worlds misery Pride not content to goe gets wings to flie Court Prides deuise our gentry imitates The Cittie follows each each ruinates The yoemans name proud minds will not allow All Gentles Knights Ladies or Beggers now Pride beares that wealth vpon presumptions back That makes the poore so much releife to lack Italian tricks haue rays'd the auncient rent In idle Pompe must be most bounty spent Gay Cloathes Rich Plate fine Houses Iewells Rings To publique weale pale deaths consumption brings Pride to defend base proud ambitions for t A Cotage makes to seeme a princely Court Now to maintaine the pompe of thâ—â—â—â—â—iftles sending Each subtill braine must be in Law contending A hurtfull swarme of hungry trencher-flies To fat themselues can wrangling trickes deuise With foggy sweat the Lazie lubbers toyle Desir's to feede vpon his countries spoile Oh were they Tith'd and all the Nieâ—â—â—â—â—ths cast by Each tenth would serue to labour honestly Their wits can make such wondrous heapes their owne As molehills are to mighty mountaines growne Wealthes current in a three-fold streame doth runne Two flouds are past the third not yet begunne The Clergie first the Lawâ—â—â—â—â—er next getts much The end of time will make the Souldier rich Goods by deceipt cunning fraud and wrong Togither scrapt will not continue long The mother Church lockt vp a goulden store To feede it selfe and to relieue the poore That bountie which did vnto all sorts giue Fatts but a fewe the most must poorely liue Wealth which it selfe did to good vse dispose Now serues to paint an idle veluet hose The stock growne poore which should maintaine good preachers Makes Coblers now to seeme sufficient teachers All sorts can prate and talke of things diuine In fewe or none a righteous life doth shine Braue plumed gallants made gay with silken suites On Gods pure word amongst their cups disputes A tauerne dice wine sugar and a wench Much loue to them doth good deuotion quench The Papaâ—â—â—â—â— sea doth thinke good workes doe merite The Protestant his â—â—â—â—â—aith must heauen inherite For to euill vse one doth good workes deuise The other doth good workes to vse despise Time past did to the world this truth reueale A blinde deuotion hindered faithfull zeale Time present doth this truth for certaine show Least good we doe when most we seeme to know The Heathen men did so themselues incline That Stoycks seem'd then we farre more diuine Amongst them was the law of mine and thine With better faith though in a faithlesse time They seru'd their Gods with a religious care And did their lawes obey with trembling feaâ—â—â—â—â—e The God of Gods to vs in truth declar'd We liue as though nor heauen nor hell we fear'd Ierusalem men seeme as if they sought But going wrong they are to Babell brought Some fooles doe thinke to finde the way by chance And thither runne as in a Morâ—â—â—â—â—ice daunce Some at a play haue wisely more discern'd Then euer they at any Sermon learn'd Who from the Stage would fetch heauens admonitions Let Woodcocks be vnto those fooles Phisitions By-wayes to seeke and tread in pathes vneuen Such trauailers nere finde the way to heauen No shadow can substanciall hope beguild If on Gods word faith doth arightly build In building new men vse such
same shall to the heauens aspire Great Britaine so is by Gods hand instal'd As it shall be the land of conquest cal'd But now to ease a poore mans grieued minde In things aboue my sight shall comfort finde I know the time when I poore wretch reiected Shall as the best be no whit lesse respected When Kings and Queenes of greatest excellence Twixt them and me shall be no difference And there dwels Mercy Oh there a Sauiour liueth That to the poore saluations comfort giueth Not many Kings nor Queenes nor Nobles shall Triumph before heauens throne maiesticall But those that in this world their heauen doe make Shall in that world before Gods iudgment shake The beautie which on earth no praise doth lack Maskt vp in shame hels sulphure smoake makes black The snowe white hand moyst soft foule sinnes desire Shall burne in lake of hels eternall fire where diuels meÌ„s soules with fiery darts strikes thorow And in their iawes like dogges they them shall worow Where God doth so his angers iudgment frame As that his wrath shall blow hels endlesse flame Euer Euer oh fearefull word for euer Where plagues encrease but shall be ended neuer Where torment brings torments with fresh supplie Where dying soules doe liue but neuer dye And ther 's the place where earths proud dignitie Shall plunge it selfe in endlesse misery But happie those whose soules by grace made pure Exempt from wrath shall no such plagues indure And most of them poore soules scornd and disgrac'd Are those that shall with God and Christ be plac'd When most on earth the poore despisde doe stand It doth presage Christs comming neere at hand Deiected base and out-cast pouertie Reioyce triumph in Mercies clemencie You are heauens flock a Shepheard doth you keepe Who of his number will not loose a sheepe Thus hath my sigh an honest passion breathed And of my woes a weeping garland wreathed My sighes my teares my woes my griefes lament My plaints my groanes all fruites of discontent Doe not themselues vpon one substance feed A generall doubt makes heart and soule to bleed A generall cuill a land to vildenesse bent Must needs expect some fearefull punishment Of present time the things desired heere Time prooues my words and makes the truth appeere Of time to come I humbly doe auowe Experience shall my words for truth allowe Search but the Story of that writte diuine And vnderstand the change of euery time Fiue hundred fiftie two yeares coumpted was A period whole which euer brought to passe Strange alterations both in Church and State Kings Kingdomes then did striue to ruinate Temples were rac'te Religion cleane despisde Tyrants by force of sword new lawes deuisde And now the time doth on such period stand As if it meant to take like course in hand Do but obserue each Celestiall spheare And see what signes doe in their course appeare Compare the time with antedated times And vnderstand the Heauens true speaking signes Then will you not these lines of mine deride Nor smother them with smoake of scornfull pride A Souldiers writing like his fighting is His course noâ—â—â—â—â— knowes how dangers rockes to misse Those Pens doe most their hopes in peeces batter That cannot best with oyled smoothnesse flatter A Souldiers name striue not for to disgrace Poore should not be accompted 〈◊〉 base And that I may not from the truth digresse My humble lines shall thus my state expresse The Souldier which doth scorne the lye to take Should scorne as much himselfe the lye to make The open fields to me is made my bed A bancke of earth a pillow for my head In shadie groues and sollitary places My steps doe make their sorrowes mournfull traces Imprisonment woes wofull habitation Hath forc't my Muse to secret contemplation In winter nights when I a Souldier was Alone my Muse should priuate motions tosse When in the warre I warres attire did beare My bookes to me most kinde companions were And some sad houres on skie-bornâ—â—â—â—â— bookes I read Amongst the flarres an humble path I tread And see the great and strange Conâ—â—â—â—â—unctions there Of angrie Saturne Mars and Iupiter Since fiâ—â—â—â—â—st the Planets disclosde their variation Saturne neer had more Lord-like domination What it foretels my weaâ—â—â—â—â—y Muse sorgets In Dragons taile when strange Coniunction sets His name stands rouled in perditions booke Whose taile from heaueÌ„ of starres the third part strooke Vnder the Dragons taile is fixed fast A strength that shall him and his tayle downe cast Mankinde the starres that Heauen should 〈◊〉 Shall be vpreard with glorious dignitie Though obseruation rightly may collect The iudgment of some retrograde aspect Yet Christ our King and kingdomes hath possessed With that wherein ourselues and world is blessed Though Lâ—â—â—â—â—os house hath such reflection glided As tels there is some wondrous thing prouided I leaue to write and will conceit the rest Our land shall still by Gods great loue be blest A constant faith true resolution proues Feares not what vnder the first moouer mooues And in this thought I see with humble eye The mighty worke of Prima â—â—â—â—â—obili And know the world in fiery flames shall burne Before he doth to his first point returne For Heauen and earth by fire once purgd then sure They shall remaine as they at first were pure When God the world to iudgement summon will That first great mouer keepes his motion still Whose slow pace round doth roundly comprehend Those lesser Orbes that vnder him doe wend. In order each his fixed iourney takes And in their turnes celestiall musicke makes And then I thinke of that most happie time When I shall heare their dulsiue heauenly chime Aboue them all faiths eyes through Bethelem Be holds the glory of new Ierusalem Where sits vpon a Throane maiesticall The mightie maker of this wondrous all When thether once my ioyfull thoughts are sent I am amazde with wonders rauishment Nor tongues nor Pens nor Angels can expresse The glory of that glorious happinesse From thence to Luna not any Orbe to misse I cannot finde where Purgatorie is So that I thinke it sure remaineth yet Within their bellies that deuised it And those that would attaine to heauens great ioy Must leaue bye-pathes and finde in Christ their way But for the Starres I creatures them account Aboue them all their makers power must mount And by their influence more I will not learne Then Rules diuine shall teach me to discearne And in that course men sometimes are befriended Of those pure fiers by whom they are attended God euer yet by signes and visions told So as worlds change worlds worldlings might behold But cloddes of clay because they will not greeue This course they take to heare but not beleeue To gesse to speake to iudge great states to touch For me poore soule it is a strength too much Who so doth tel what things themselues doe show May doubt his words wil too presumptuous growe FVll twenty times nights Bride her selfe
require All these Consum'd by flame of rutheles fire No age makes record of so foule a sinne Since god did first to frame this world begyn Doomes day to England now bin threatned hath Ore which heauens God hath shakâ—â—â—â—â—e his hand of wrath Oh may our deedes his mercy so Commend As still his grace may Britons I le defend But now behold the fruites of Romish faith And know for truth what Popish doctrine saith Of binding and of loosing Popes haue got A strength which knittes of euery euill the knot And makes damnation seeme saluation sure If so thereby Rome may her gaine procure What most she craues is euery course to take How best she may her selfe worlds Monarch make The Pope that saith himselfe worlds God to be Speakes truth for so 's the deuill as well as he But Pope from Peter doth deriue his race And saith to him belongs the keyes of grace And he Christs vicar of all Gods church the head Must be supreame all Kings his frowne must dread With any oath he can at large dispence And at his pleasure pardon each offence Aboue Gods word he doth himselfe auow And his construction must the world allow True Christians they onely his doctrine likes And all the rest are damned Heretikes Gainst this the Lyon of the Tribe of Iuda cries And tels the Pope that like a diuell he lyes But still the Pope will keepe heauens golden gate And doth from thence Kings excomunicate No King on earth must haue his name inrold Vnlesse that first on him his Crowne he hold And al the world that on his sea not dwels Are Ethnicks Pagans faithlesse Insidels Those that not grow vpon his stock intire Are branches wilde fit for destructions fire Such hath he power to any death to put And from lifes tree those saplesse twigs to cut Without the Church as Iewes and Turkes they be That will not yeeld to his supremacie And Popish Romaines they are taught to know It lawfull is to worke their ouerthrow That will not yeeld obedience to the Pope In whose behalfe is giuen so large a scope That Traytors doe for heauenly merite hope Though thence the deuill doth pluck them in a Rope If for Romes sake they kill their lawfull King Bald iades for them shall trotting trentalls sing And they because so vilde a deedâ—â—â—â—â— they did For Saints at Rome shall be canonized The Pope such power vnto himselfe doth take As he a diuell a Saint can quickly make Heere briefely see the power of Rome set downe Aboue the world himselfe himselfe doth crowne Aboue Gods word and sacred Lawes diuine The monsters proud ambitious steps doe clime And from his seate of blasphemie hath flowne The fire that should haue King and Realmes vp blowne Villaines that would the world in sunder riue Say for Religions sake they did contriue That damned plot oh hellish insolence When deuils will make Religion euils desence The actors in a worke more then Tyrannicall They did themselues their countries purgers call In all they did meerely their countries loue Did them vnto the vildest actions moue They would not leaue her but like Champions stand Till they from bondage had freed their natiue land They but resolu'd to be most mercilesse To free the Catholicks from their long distresse From desperate times disease euils strength to loose They were inforc'd a desperate salue to choose The worst of euill was bâ—â—â—â—â—st in their esteeme From worse then euill their countrie to redeeme The Pope might them for faithfull Christians take When what they did was for religions sake Their plot found out the very place to sack Where all the lawes were made that wrought their wrack And this conceit in them a hope prefers They should be thought Gods iustice ministers These Realmes with Rome in vnion to vnite Was all the cause for which their hopes did fight For Romes auaile and for the Church her good King Kingdomes they would haue drownd in bloud For these good deedes whatsoeuer did befall Saints at the least the Pope would make them all Now see their worke and cause for which thâ—â—â—â—â—y wrought And iudge how well Rome hath her children â—â—â—â—â—aught Their euill to doe they were so confident As to performe't they tooke the Sacrament Christs Royall body substanciall flesh and bloud They say they eate and dranke and thereby stood Bound to performe the euill which they intended Oh then how farre should be their faith commended Here doth my Muse want words my thoughts to speake And doth into a strange admirement breake Oh God how durst these meâ—â—â—â—â— Sathanicall Imbru'de in bloud with hearts Tyrannicall Made blacke with treason gainst Gods annointed King Themselues before heauens Iesus Christ to bring And though from bread they can him not 〈◊〉 Yet in the signe he 's representatiue And bread not chang'd yet holy scripture saith By it we feed on Iesus Chrisâ—â—â—â—â— by faith Not to dispute but say as they accoumpt Into what height doe their presumption mount When as a wretch before his God shall stand And thinke he holdes his Maker in his hand And yet with soule all stain'd as black as hell Euen at that instant doth in damnation dwell And records God and in him all the Trinitie To be the witnesse of his hell-borne villanie And sweares by them with desperate hand to act The vildenesse of the very vildest fact And thus resolu'd his Sauiour vp he eates So arm'd in proofe a King and State he threates Oh fearefull thing the seale of mans saluation Seales vp to them assured condemnation Yet they so blinde in faithlesse hopes doe trust And thinke thereby their vildest actions iust Heere see the strong delusion that should mocke The race cast from the number of Christs flocke Heere see the cup of worlds abhominations And know the whore that breaths forth execrations Against heauens throne the Lambe and all his Saints And yet she so her damned vildenesse paints As that she seemes of holinesse the seate But God for her hath laid vp iudgments great She and her pack that had our fall compounded Shall be ere long by Gods fierce wrath confounded And they that did for vs one flame desire God hath for them prepar'd an endlesse fire NOw would my Muse desire to expresse In vildest euill false traytors readinesse Catesbie so soone as he did Winter mooue Consent straight ioynd the worst of euill to proue There needed no perswasion to be vsde Hels motion was at first not once refusde What course so ere hell could to him propound His liues aduenture he thereon would ground So all the rest with selfe-same swismesse ranne To worke an euill the like nere wrought by man Their labour then their care and diligence Their watchfull heed their bountie and expence Their desperate and resolued confidence Till death to fight gainst heauen in hels defence Approues what power the deuill doth beare in those That serue his will and to his Aulâ—â—â—â—â—ers goes In England now