feele endlesse Paine â—â—u shall with Christ in Peace for ever Raigne â—â—ch blisse pursues a Pious-minded Peere And such I hope attends you there and heere Which to seale up and to set forth Your Traine â—eere take your Choise of Posies various Straine Without the New-mans Robes none are indeed True Noble-men but borne of Mongrell Seed To be borne Great great Honour some esteeme it But to doe Good I greater Honour deeme it Vertue so farre excells Sires Heraldry As doth Day-light the Darke the Sap the Dry. A Noble Minde surmounts a Noble Birth But who hath Both-shines like Sunne on Earth Magnus honor nasci praelustri stemmate Major Stemma Piis Factis nobilitare suum Quantò Lux Tenebras Siccum vel Succidus Humâ— Tanto depictos Mens Pia vincit Avos Virtus Naturam superat sed amictus utrisque Dotibus ut Lumen Solis in orbe nitet THE CHVRCH MILITANT HERE ON EARTH FOVNDED AND RENEWED BY OVR SAVIOVR CHRIST Who is this that comes from Edom with red Garments from Bozrah Esay 63. The Argument The Church is built on Christ who under-went The Curse Rose up and then to Heaven went This wonder-rapt some Angels of that Spheare That they with Ioyes speake of his comming there IN Paradise the Church of Christ began WheÌ„ after Breach God opened unto Man The hopefull meanes whereby he might deface The Sting of Sinne and bee restor'd to Grace If on the promise of the Womans Seed Man would rely he might redeme his Deed. But Bloody Cain with his accursed Race Went Whoring after Satan sleighting Grace And then the Church in Seth Methusalem In Noe and his Arke in Godly Sem And Iaphet fix't from whence no liking Cham She downeward past to Iob and Abraham And settled in the Circumcized Ligne Vntill the Promis'd Seed with Light Divine And Gospels Sound arriu'd graft things anew And by his Crosse our Charter did renew The Gentiles then by his Apostles blest From Heaven gain'd the Holy Ghost for Guest To cheere their Church within her to reside And evermore her Christian Broode to guide As long as they Him for their Rock protest Whome Peter thrice for all his Mates Confest So Thousands did with Angels Gifts encrease From Age to Age and found in Conscience Ease As testify the Pulpet and the Presse Which holp our Church to bloome with good successe Others since the Word late came in vse â—pir'd have wrot and Preacht of Faiths Abuse 〈◊〉 so likewise we see that in our Dayes 〈◊〉 feele the Heate of that bright Spirits Rayes 〈◊〉 them our New man reapes the Fruits of Truth â—â—â—nsformes Old wily Age to Saintlike Youth â—â—y for Eve for Adam Christ he sings â—â—ose Blood then Abels speakes forth better things â—â—rancing Soules with Gifts Propheticall â—â—d otherwhiles with Numbers Sphericall â—â—at by those Meanes and sweet enchanting Layes â—â—ey might confirme themselves as call home strayes â—irst like Babes with Bells smiles mixt with threats â—weanes the weake before their Sence he beaâ—es â—â—th Zealous Charmes from worldly vanities â—â—apting them for purer Qualities â—hich our Good Sire with Metaplastick Mould â—â—nds ready to infuse more fine then Gold THis Prudent course Some take in Verse as Prose For stilling Swarming Bees or Stubborne Foes To winne Applause to their more waighty work Which in their Braine like ember'd Fire did Lork They tickle first with smooth Conceptions Youth Laurell their Name and then gaine Roome for Truâ—â— To spread without Repulse or sowre Distast Before they dresse rare Manna for their Tast Clozing their Feast with Healths from Sions Fount Like Petrarch Beza and Mâ—randols Count Who with ripe Fruite by good mens Suffrages Ransom'd their Froth and greener passages Such Wits I wish with Lines of Sacred Truth From Carnall Dreames to scare our Straggling Youth And such I hope by Grace here to produce As Types of Vertue drawne for Holy use â—N the Lords Day though not with full content â—ate sung Christs from Olives Mount ascnt 〈◊〉 to that Orbe whose height no Earthly Scribe 〈◊〉 by the Booke or Astrolabe describe Though Galilees new Glasse a World espies Within the Moone yet Moone-sick are the Spies While clog'd with flesh not Spirit-rapt they pry â—o Gods Thrones Transcendent Mystery 〈◊〉 Heav'n I glaunc'd wherein his Man-hood rests â—â—eparing Roome for his Beleeving Guests Who su'd to Christ Mens Advocate alone â—ot parcelling his Worship into halves 〈◊〉 Iewes for Moloch Baal and Golden Calves â—hat so the Sabaoths change at Pentecost â—ucceede with Gifts sign'd by the Holy Ghost The Comforter which should the Church renew And grace thenceforth the Gentile and the Jew Till the Returnes as Man-Emanuell Within the Cloudes to Iudge the World and Hell HEre now againe with Fiery Flights I horer And his Ascent more spaciously runne over Then I did late because our Church hath drest And cookt upon another Day this Feast The way of Christs up to Gods Orbe Ascention Transcends above fraile Natures Apprehention I dare not wrest Christs Body nor confine His God-head There He Raignes a Man-Divine As Man He sâ—es for Men. As God he sends The Holy Ghost to gratifie his Friends And by Infusion heere his Church to grace If we Beleeve and Love and Pray for Grace Although as God his Presence never â—ayles us His Bodies Absence heere yet more availes us As he is Man or else his Bodiâ—s Sight Had made us Carelesse of the Spirits Light His Manhood by his owne Experience saw Our Natures weakenesse how Fiends would draw Vs from Gods will and from true Innocence Whereby none could avoid Hells Pestilence Unlesse himselfe did stand within the Gap â—etwixt our Sinnes and Wraths fierce Thunderclap â—nd that made him remove his Person hence â—o Heaven there to ease our Punishments â—y suing to Gods Grace as Advocate â—hat for his sake he would repayre our State GReat were the Angels Ioyes when Iesus came â—n humane shape with such Imperiall Fame Vp to th' Empyrean Sphere where none before Of that New Forme could like a Phaenix soare â—s by his Crosse lay husht Hells damned Crowd So wondring heere Some Angels sung alowd What 's He that mounts and sits on Gods right hand With Bozraes Robes come from red Edoms Land Clad like to One who hath the Winepresse trod Yet looking like unto the Sonne of God Who did ride on the Cherubins and fly Yea fly upon the wings of winds most High Perhaps He is a New Melchisedeck Gods Spouse to grace or her with Gemmes to deck Or else the Cause of this New Mans Ascent Might be her Vowes and Offrings to presert Or for her Strayes to sue as Advocate Those whom the Gospels Light reclaimes of late His comming here with such Triumphant Port Doubtlesse to Men Salvation doth import This Mystery and Ioyfull Spectacle Above all Wonders prove a Miracle Vnparalell'd that by Divinity Infus'd in Flesh men gaine Eternity And that the Gentiles as the Iewish Tribes In Truths rare Secrets grow most learned
Scribes Pertaking Grace without disparity Made onely Iust by Faiths dependency Not by their Owne but by Anothers Deedes T is strange how they are clear'd of their misdeedes What sparkling Eyes more beautifull then Wine â—â—ose Teeth like Milke whose Body lookes Divine â— mild Aspect yet of S. Michaels strength â—â—epard to Plague and foile our Foes at length â—hose Haires more white theÌ„ Wooll or the full moone â—â—d whose bright Face outshines the Sun at Noone â—hose voyces Tunes like silver Brookes resounds â—â—d whose faire Feet like finest Brasse doe sound â—hat is He a Prophet Prince or Peere â—ho in mans shape climb'd up our Highest Sphere â—â—d there instal'd with the Divinest Light â—â—eares now a Crowne more bright then Chrysolite WHat can he be then said Others the Lord â—ho to save men became th' Incarnate word â—nd having led on Earth an Humble life â—e hath trod on the Dragons Crowne of strife Who Preacht to Soules with hideous Mists perplext â—et for his Love by his owne Nation vext Who slaine at last by Romes Authority Yet spite of Hell Rose up with Majesty This New man God the Third day rais'd from Dead To be our King and Comforts more to breath Who made Light things or Spirits to descend Now upwards holp Christs Body to ascend Whose Body now we see Incorruptible Most Glorious New of strength Invincible Divine aswell as Humane not with hands Of Mortalls wrest as Errour understands Yet his long Hands I meane his Spirits Armes Extend to shield his Church from deadly Harmes His clearest Eyes all Penitents behold And his white Teeth doe Temperance infold His Silver Haires his knowledge Ripe declare And his bright Face foretells his Favours rare Out of his Mouth flowes Truths melodious Word But his just Wrath darts forth a Lightning Sword From Heaven He survayes each Holy Place And raps with mystick Trance Men chang'd by Grace At their great Feast He is the Soules Colleague Spirit matcht with Hypostaticke League 〈◊〉 really as in One Horoscope â—wo Soules that plight with hands their mutual Hope â—hilst up to Him with Thankes she lifts and heaves 〈◊〉 Ravisht Thoughts like Wheates ripe eared sheaves 〈◊〉 Captive He hath led Captivity 〈◊〉 Gifts to Men and doth their Chaines unty â—â—solving quite lewd Passions Linkes a sunder 〈◊〉 knots of Eeles or Swarmes of Waspes by thunder â—preme there He all Creatures overswayes â—â—d there in his high Manhoods Person stayes â—ill All th' Elect the Gentile as the Iew â—al'd up for Grace come in and till they rue â—th shamefull Guilt their Rancour Guile Priâ—â—â— â—ho his pure Word and Deity still deride â—is Garments red shew that He trod alone â—he Winepresse how in Need him succour'd None â—is Robes likewise resembling Bozraes Graine 〈◊〉 Crimsondipt imply that Men againe Will in his Members him oppresse and gore As they their Head and Master did before With Aspicke Tongues hir'd to empoyson Fame With strife and Losse or Plots surmizing Blame Whereby weake Natures Brood torne by Dissention Might lose the hopefull use of Christs Ascention Or with Crosse Flames more fiercely violent Them in their lives last Period to torment Because false Christ's they would not every where Kisse and adore Christs Body heere and there BVt leaving them for Antichristians Limbs Let us applaud and greet with Ioyfull Hymnes The Reall Forme and Body of the Lord From mangling now to Lasting Life restor'd This Crowned Lambe the first Fruits of the Dead Whom God ordain'd to be our Prince and Head Great Iesus Christ borne on Sinnes necke to tread And to divide the Right from the Misse-led The Sonne of our Iehovah Elohim â—â—om Saints their Saviour call and None but Him 〈◊〉 unto Him our Maker hath resign'd 〈◊〉 Creatures sway with Power unconfin'd 〈◊〉 whose dread Name all Angels Saints and Men â—ust bow and at his Praise vent forth Amen â—ot onely with loude sounding Tunes expression â—t likewise with Loves Inward Flames impression The New mans Cloze of Thankesgiving for our Saviours Ascending up into Heaven â—ll Glory be to God for evermore â—ho with New Layes hath multiplied our store â—nd taught us by the Holy Gholy to finde Where Christ remaynes rais'd in his Humaine kind That the New man put downe our Carnall Sence 'T was well therefore that he departed hence â—is Body rapt till Doomesday from our fight â—et by his great Victory infusing Light With Wondrous Gifts on the Apostolick And ever since on the Church Catholik Or more or lesse as She with Zealous Hope Dayes Turret climb'd or in Nights vale did grope For these high Flames more bright then Sunny Rayes We sing to Three in One New Songs of Prayse THE MOST MEMORABLE OCCVRRENCES WHICH â—apned in Our Christian Church from The Thirtieth Three yeere of Our Saviours â—â—carnation and from the Eighteenth yeere â—f Tiberius Caesars Raigne the Roman Emperour untill the yeere of Our Lord 100. at which time Trajan the Emperour began his Raigne The Argument Behold what Thanks from Worldlings worse then Mad For Preaching Truth the chiefe Apostles had â—ot One escapes a sad Tormenting Fate Which holpe to build at first the Churches state VVHat better Fruit can a New Sparkling Muse Produce then Holy Odes for Christians use â—hen by th' Apostles Glasse of Peace to chime 〈◊〉 from late Iarres to scare the World with Rime O would I could like Roman Arato In English Tune such Labours undergoe As might display th' Apostles Acts and Lives Gladding our Age with their Pure Honey-Hives Which spite of Drones False Brethren stormy Blast And tortures stood through watchings vows Faâ—â— Forear'd against the Foemen of the Crosse As to prevent from Hell ensuing Losse Although our Latter be not built as well Nor may that Church in Glory paralell Yet our Good Will availes in stead of Spice And our New man helps us to Sacrifice For we have had our Martys like the First Yea and the Living Rocke to quench our Thirst We have beheld the Spirits Lightning Sword Onely I feare we want the Flames of Love Which Primer Saints with mutuall Heate did move This want Some may with their Ambrosian Food Supply sound forth and publish for our good If as they have begunne they warble out â—hat I to bring about do stand in doubt â—his Taske Pauls Faithfull Mate in Physicke skâ—ll'd Though more for Soules then Bodies Cure fulfill'd â—cring two Workes to Greeke Theophilus 〈◊〉 Monuments and by his Lamps to us 〈◊〉 left them us to shew what Legacies â—â—e Heavens lent for Christian Sacrifice â—ence as his Ape by Imitations straine â—ope some Light for Brittaines Church to gaine â— least to serve as Sparkes Babes to revive â—ho faile for want of Torches store to thrive â—Hen that our New-mans Sire the Holy Ghost â—â—h Cloven Tongues like Fire at Pentecost 〈◊〉 lighted on th' Apostles visible â—he some times inspir'd invisible â—â—s Prophets then Faith Love and Christian Ioyeâ— â—â—ighd Delphick Dreames and Babelsâ—arring Noise Then
Neighbours Amity How then could they thinke on Priority And stand on Points of Prelates Primacie Without distrust of some Conspiracie THe Truth is this who were styl'd Bishops then They fish'd not for fraile Wealth but Soules of Men Not to enrich themselves with Private store But like Saint Paul the Crosse they thought on mâ—â—â— From Christian Caesars they got Liberties But not so great to claime Regalities About the Yeare Sixe Hundred sixty sixe We finde that Rome began to play more Tricks Then she durst act within the Ages past As Paul and John fore-told her Breach at last And never left to lift her Lofty Crest Till she Gods Word had darkned in the West And dar'd upon the Caesars State to prey The maine great Let to her Prodigious Sway. She never ceas'd to stirre up raging Fires Till she at Trent concluded her Desires Repugnant to the Vow which she profest At her First Rise Sixe Hundred yeares at least At such wild Fits I onely glance not carpe This Taske I leave for an iambicks Warpe THE OCCVRRANCES OF THE THIRD AGE From the yeere of our Lord 200. untill the yeere 300. At which time Dioclesian and Maximinus raigned Emperours of Rome The Argument Next to the Greekes the Latine Scribes begin Idolaters unto Christs Church to win Romes Tyrants fret and Saints they martirize Saint Anthony into a Desart flyes WIthin this Age the Church most Militant And Cautious strove to shun exorbitant Attempts of Foes one while to secret Caves Constrained to retire sometimes to tame the Braves Of her owne Tribe Domesticke Mutineers Shee us'd the Spirits Sword 〈◊〉 the Jeeres And Flouâ—ing Stuffes of Fâ—rrainers to daunt Which did at her Poore Robes and Altars taunt She fought against Caetilius and his Traine And prov'd their Vaunt for Outward Glories vaine Her State was then unsetled New and Poore But Time to come might make her flourish more A thousand of such Taunts and Fiery Darts A Thousand of great Dangers Envious Arts By Satans Plots she daily underwent While Caesars sought their Pagan-Gods Content The neerer that the Church drew to her Time Of Liberty least that too high she climbe Satan suborn'd his Agents in this Age Against her Race to shew their utmost Rage He knew her Thraldomes Date to Iohn foretold Would shortly end And that made him so bold AS otherwhiles a Woman Chast and Faire Dishevel'd seemes or with loose dangling Haire So without Art and in her Native Dresse The Church at first for want of Time to dresse And to compose her Outward Ornament Came forth to spread her Saviours Testament Not carking much for Superficiall Weaâ—e But in the Heart the New Mans Gifts to beare And yet both Chaste and Faire She comely shone With Constant Faith built on the Corner-stone And though she liv'd and raign'd of Men unseen With Carnall Eyes yet of Good Angels seen Heard in the Quire which to the Lambe belongs Answer'd by Saints with Sympathizing Songs Nay seene and knowne of Men Reborne anew Both then and now who never kneel'd to Baal But to One Christ the Saviour of us all Who by his Word and bright Diâ—rnall Light Hath late disperst the Tempests of the Night Sav'd us like Peter out of Herâ—ds Iayle From Babels Powder-traine for Saints availe For which sweet Grace redintegracious Love The Saints on Earth with Those of Heaven above United in One League shall ever sing Melodious Songs to our Triumphant King OUr Latine West unto the Church of Greece Acknowledge must her selfe in some degrees Inferiour and oblig'd From her she had the Forme Of Christian Rites false Altars to reforme As she the Substance from Ierusalem More neere to Greece then Rome the Church Supreme From her she borrow'd her prime Words of Art Those Second coin'd Intentions to impart From Man to Man by Termes Discourse and Tongue What otherwise would dormant lye unstrung Her Noblest Name of Christian Catholick The Eucharist the Faith Apostolick Types Symboles and Ecclesiasticke Lawes What be they but Greeke words for Christian Cause Disguis'd in Latine Robes Faith to expresse And to worke on Mild Hearers more or lesse The Sev'nty Soribes translated Iewries Ioyes To the Greeke Tongue by Philadephus Choise Saint Paul and Luke divulg'd in Graecian Tone Christs Mysteries yea and Saint Iohn wrought on His Auditours in Graecian Vestiment Fit in that Age to further his Intent Greece more to praise ere Rome saw Christ his Light Some Greekes of Philip cray'd his Masters sight NO marvell then that Greeks ere Latinists Did publish Workes fought in our Christian Lists With Infidells against their Rites obsceane Towards the Period of the Second Sceane To celebrate this Age Tertullian rose With Tullian Phrase to daunt the Churches Foes False Heretickes and Jewes whom he refells And but for Dreaming Fasts his Part excells Whilst he gainst Marcion makes Christs Body good Truths Figure not Imaginary Food Since Figures shew not false but things indeed And in another Place quoth he We feed By Hearing on the Word Inâ—arnate blest With Understanding chew through Faith digest SAint Cyprian him succeeds who famous made By Monuments which cannot faile nor fade The Churches Union and the Martyrs Crowne Which since himselfe receiv'd in Carthage Towne This Saint bids us the Holy Bread to part And breake by Faith not with sharpe Teeth nor Art While we confesse That which is broke to Parts Divine-Humane both God and Man imparts Out of his Bookes we cull at Carthage Towne How he did frâ—t and all the Councell frowne To heare that any should Romes Pope install The Bishop of all Bishops Generall NExt after him Minucius Foelix came In Roman Robes Caecilius overcame With Dialogues and foil'd his Heath'nish Dreames So did Arnobius by the Spirits Beames In the like Garbe the Gentiles Rage abate And shewes the Cause why Christians Idolls hate By Fabian Bath'd He grac'd this Centers Age Who first of Caesars wore the Christian Badge LOng had the Church been rackt with bitter woes In travell like a Woman tir'd with Throes To bring that faire Light forth and Blessed Birth Which in th' Elect shines with Harmonious Mirth The Inward Man I meane whose Praise we sing Grac'd to that end with Will by Heavens King Through all the Roman Empire tortured And by fierce Tyrants hands sore Martyred In every Age during her Pilgrimage Heere in this World untill Maxentius Rage Became supprest by zealous Constantine She felt what Dioclesian Maximine And what their Praetours could impose of Force Upon her Limmes without their least remorce She felt Christ in his Members felt againe What Hangmen could inflict of Hellish Paine And what their Predecessors could inflict Upon her Lambes by Proclamations strict Prefiguring our late New Christian Fry Whom men professing Christ in Flames did fry And yet they fail'd by their Decrees severe Or Wolvish Decius them to daunt with feare But that in midst of Paine by Satan stung They to the Lambe Allelujaes sung Slighting the Gridiron
in Albions Ile Whilst that Our Kings beare Faiths Defenders Stile This by our Virgin Queene of Tydirs Race Great Debora was since made good to raze And quite demollish here Romes strongest Fort And chiefest Nerves which did her Pride support And surely if Romes Tributary Thralls Would take that Course she on a sodaine falls Her Lofty Towres would yeeld so loud a Crack That they which Court her now would soon go baâ—k When slartled up at the New wondrous Sight They see a Church more Catholick of Light They would â—vouch no Advocate but One And build their Faith upon the Corner Stone That was hewne from the Mountaine without hand Male-borne without Male-Sire in Iewry Land They would exalt Our Church Apostolick Above their Owne the Carâ—all Catholick And by Gods Word Truths ground the Churches noâ—e They would conclude what now they â—on by roat ABout the midst of this strange Century Iniquities prodigious Mystery Began at Trent or City Tridentine Againe to play upon the Word Divine By Canons propt with Iulians Tyranny More fit for Moores then Councells harmony Least that the Gospel should Romes Captives free From their Old doating Dreames they did decree That all such Bookes which Protestants had pen'd To blaze Gods Word they should in pieces rend Or if they toucht her Carnall Copy-hold To Martyr them since Babel aimes at Gold And that who did gaine-say in Word or Deed Or tooke it not as Parcell of their Creed That the whole Masse both for the Dead and Quick Suffic'd those Men they doom'd no Catholick That who beleev'd not all the Romish Crewes Traditions they were worse then Turks or Iewes Such Acts at Trent were last determined By the Fourth Piâ—s Romes most impious Head With Thundring Threats FroÌ„ whence arose those Jars Combustions Powder-plots and Bloudy Warres Which ever since embroiled Christendome And will I feare untill the Day of Doome Endure unlesse our head-strong Strayes afford While Time remaines more Passage to Gods Word NOne can deny but that this Councell gave More Liberty for Papists to out-brave The Church Reform'd by Inquisitions strict To rack poore Soules and by severe Edict On Forfeiture of Life and Goods Escheat If they would not adore the Papall Seat From hence began the Civill Warres in France Which ended not but by most Bloudy Dance And various sort of Massacres and Spoiles They ended not for all their Leaguers Broiles Untill their Kings the Guisians and their Chiefes Who sided in the Quarrell di'd in Griefes In Anguishes and Bloud And this the Starre In Seventy Two which past all Comets 〈◊〉 For strange Portent and Blazing-hearded Rayes Did then denounce with woes to stubborne Strayes For Belgiaes injur'd States did thereupon Incenc'd by Alvâ—es Duke and Austriaâ—â— Iohn Who would have forc'd to Masse mens Consciences Breake into warres against Spaines Out-râ—â—es Which last as yet So likewise Portingall With her Sebastian did in Affrick fall Enduc'd to fight with Moores by Iesuites Traine That Philip by his Death might ceaze all Spaine Excluding Don Antonio and his Race Quite from the Sway of Lisâ—ons Royall Mace But to retire to our French Leaguers back How Fatall prov'd their Plots They thought to sack And ransack all the Townes which Protestants For their Defence then held But in their wants God aided these and on their Foes return'd The Tragick Flames wherwith they would have burn'd Their Neighbors Roofes Guise arm'd agaist his King The King 'gainst him till Both felt Judgments sting Both di'd in Bloud yea which appear'd most rare The King was caught in the same Bloudy Snare Where he in time fore-past had leagu'd the Death Of Saints whereby Catillion off his â—teaâ—h For in that very Roome the King was slaine By Friers hands where first was laid that Traine LOng liv'd Our Queen to build things out of square A Virgin vâ—w'd to Christ of Dowries rare Excelling in the Gifts of Tongues and Arts But more then all â—â—one her Diviner Parts Church-Elders She propt up when Some their Fall As if their State toucht not the Temporall For Lucre sake had plotted to deface Our Churches Forme her Frame and Outward Face Whereby her Sway had prov'd an Anâ—rchy Of scorned stemme the House of God a Sty And Learning held in vile Contempt for lack Of Wages due yea all had gone to wrack If this Good Queene had not supported them Who holp to build our New Ierusalem IN her Buddes-time to counterpoize or let Our Churches Growth or in her Teâ—ts beset To ruinâ— some of our good Souldiâ—rs spâ—â—â—g The Iesuites Sect with the False Serpents Tongue Disguis'd with Zeale and promising to Youth Mountaines of Rules New Documents for Truth Upon which Newes and Newneâ—â—â— of their Name Degrading Antioch and the Christiâ—â— Fame They wan Repute in Babel But of â—are Discreeter States their Bloudy Doctrine hate Among these Frogs croakt Mariana first Against all Kings who were by Popes Accurst And by Blacke Rules deriv'd from Hells Abysse Dethron'd them of their States for their Amisse Yea and their Lives subjected unto Slaves With such lewd Points wherein this Jesuite raves He Campians Braine so stuff'd that Irelands Realme And Desmonds Crew he poisned with the streame For which his Plots and false Conspiracies Himselfe became a Damned Sacrifice As well deserv'd the Authour for his Bookes Entangling Christians with such Hellish Hookes But all their Plots of Piâ—â—olls Poison Swords Nor Romish Bulls nor Briefes lowd thundring words Could shorten or impeach Elizaes Raigne But that she thriv'd in spight of Rome and Spaine While they prevail'd with Fatall wound to sting One whom they tooke for the most Christian King Which Deed so pleas'd Pope Sixâ—â—â— that he durst With Iudith ranke the Malefactour Câ—rst THis Sixtus dar'd to Excommunicate Our Famous Queene her Empire to translate As much as in him lay and Leave to gore Her Person gave as Pius did before But all their roaring Bulls and Thunderclaps With Interest return'd with heavy Raps Upon themselves their Faction and on those To whom they dream'd her Kingdomes to transpose Under his shrowd who from a Fishes Craw Did Toll for Christ and his owne Person draw IN the meane time faire Englands Zealoâ—s Queene Like Char-coale sparks contemn'd their flashing spleen And for her Zeale God blest her brave Attempts That she cri'd Quittance for his slight Contempts Of Neighbours Love with the Great King of Spaine Who suffâ—ed still his Inquisitions Traine Under pretext of their Religions Lawes To prey upon her Merchants without Cause And on their Goods or sheading of their Bloud Or Galley-slav'd or to weare Benets Hood These wrongs by Drake and Candish she redrest And fear'd not to encounter him at Best With all his Navall Force in Eighty Eight And afterwards at Cales she shew'd her Might Nor went his Indies free from her Revenge Nor Belgiaes Soile but that she did avenge Her Quarrell full by Force of Armes transverse The Belgian State and free the Hollanders From th' Inquisitions
THE CHVRCH MILITANT HISTORICALLY Continued from the Yeare of Our SAVIOVRS Incarnation 33. untill this present 1640. BY WILLIAM VAUGHAN Knight LONDON Printed by Tho. Paine for Humfrey Blunden at the Castle in Corn-hill 1640. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE RICHARD EARLE OF CARBERY The Argument The Authour here my Noble Lord acquaints What Paths they tread who lead the lives of Saints What Comforts he shall finde what good successe While he walks in the New-mans Diocesse I Sound not forth Old Souldours turn'd to Swine By Harlots Charmes by fulsome Cheere or Wine But the New-borne a Theame to Worldlings strange â— sing the Minds more then the Bodies Change I sing the Churches Change Eclipse Decrease Her East and West with her Full Moones Encrease Such Newes I blaze which no good Protestant Shall justly taxe for Sparkes exorbitant Like to those Brats expos'd to Brambles Flame By Midwives Doome to hide the Parents shame Or those for which of late our Pauls Church-yard And Smith-field in the Spoiles with Vulcan shar'd Truth smites the Chast while Wantons long to heare False Tales at which they Nod or fondly Ieere Fooling away the Time their pretious Time Lent them for better use in Prose or Rime To win some Strayes by meanes of Vertuous Books Not Soules to tempt with Fornications Hookes There with much Gall Gulls one another flout Hoere for Mistakes the Lie or Toyes they pout Forgetting Satans Ambush for Good Wits Tongues trip Pens blur None free from Passions Fits And yet for Words and Names Externall things They persecute their Christian Mates with stings â—ill tir'd at last with Conscience-griping Cares Both Parties howle within the Divels Snares Others by Lines and Cubes aspire to know The Higher Orbes or in the Globe below They levell Spires the Climates or the Lawes â—nto whose Depth they pry no more then Dawes And yet to gaine applause or Golden Fees They hope for Swans to chop their gaggling Geese Some Court Faire Dames with Fancies Madrigalls Chaulking the way to Paphian Lupercalls Which they frequent with uncontrouled Lust Till Honour Wealth and Health lye in the Dust. Sometimes Pelagian-wise they ruminate On Mans Free-will and the Predestinate Till they from Grace quite excommunicate Doe pitch on Hell and on the Reprobate Now of long-handed Kings the mounted state Anon their slips or Fall they personate With Satyres sting untill themselves are stung Or else they sooth Great men with glozing Tongue Untill they feele worse Racks with Conscience sear'd Then Poets faign'd for stroaking of Joves Beard Some other whiles they dare more Curious peepe Into the Concaves of th' Infernall Deepe Of Limboes Vault or Purgatories Paine Redeem'd for Gold the long-white Robe to staine With such Bald Stuffe most Writers doe oppresse In hope to purchase Fame the Printers Presse Which shewes that Soules like Seas tost with unrest Wave till they set into Gods Port of Rest Or else that they like Swine fall to worse Seas Then Gaderens for their prodigious Pleas Remonstrances and Problems which they pend Of Rampant Zeale the Churches Peace to rend SO busie is Mans Braine It alwayes workes And seekes to know what from the Sences lurkes Abstruse and hid like Planets moving still But in default of Objects good or ill Because it findes no businesse from without Turnes Monke within an Ideot or a Lout Or on it selfe with Atomes and Chymeres Playes Whirligig untill it ends in Feares Distractions Lies and Schismes just Penalties Due for the Search of Knotty Novelties For want of Grace and of Celestiall Armes Sighes Teares Vowes thus by the Serpents charmes Are Men seduc'd Old Adams Tree to tast And with vaine Fruit to break their needlesse Fast. Because Gods Word whereby they might be sav'd They slighted 't is no marvell though they rav'd But our New man wean'd from the Carnall Teat By Truths calme Breath the Flaming Paraclete With Drier Braine holds a Cleere Intellect So solid that he others can direct A safer Course of knowledge to affect Then what the Wind-mill grinds of Satans Sect. Though Natures sting in our Originall Hath made us prone into the Snare to fall Yet we New-borne fight with the Spirits Sword And triumph by the Second Adams Word Over the Dragons false enchanting Arts With constant Faith repelling all his Darts Those sober Cates contenting our repast Which lawfull are for tender Soules to tast We would seeme Inward more then Outward wise Yet Both addresse with Saints to sympathize For carnall Samians transubstantiate Change The Old Mans Quirk the New man we exchange Instead of Lethes Lake or Phlegeton â—e Tophets Paine sing due to Babylon For Limbus Patrum or th' Elizian Camp Gods Paradise for Saints renewes our Lamp A Dolphin bore Arion from the Seas â—mphions Harp they say did Thebes appease But Jesus Christ the Third day to have rose From Josephs Tombe we really disclose Or by a Whale we Jonas bring to Land Who Niniveh converted out of hand For Cerberus we blaze proud Satans Losse For Hercules his Club our Saviours Crosse. For Triviall Tales and sence-alluring Toyes We read on Bookes Soule-ravishing to joyes For Thalmuds we the Scriptures native sence And for Nice Schoole-mens Glosse in our Defence We can produce by Truths Prerogative The Chiefest Starres of the Church Primitive Or those who in the Last and Present Age With Volumes rare repair'd our New mans Stage To banish Humane Lies and Brain-sick Dreames What Tree more full what Field yeelds riper Theames Then Christ his Life and the New Testament Or in her Swathes the Churches fragrant scent This Lady here my New man warbles forth Though fully not according to her worth Yet so My Lord that you may cleerely see Though she was long obscur'd she now raignes free Cloath'd with the Sunne Crown'd with a dozen Starres And no Eclipse you from her Influence barres But out alasse how many boast of Faith Who never markt what Christian Scripture saith For what is Faith without Good works or Fruit But a dead Stock not worth a Moores pursuit Unlesse he dreames of Mechaes fond Delights Or Millenairs to snare Voluptuous Wights Or of vaine works of Supererogation Soules to bewitch with Babels Fornication Our Saint is not with such Conceits defil'd Nor turnes with such Extravagances wild For he well knowes that as good Trees will bud And beare good Fruit so Saints doe alwayes Good And never scorne to greet the Simplest Man To call home Strayes they labour what they câ—â— Such is our Saint the Naked he actires And helps to warme their Soules with zealous Fires According to his Power great or small He saves distressed Saints from Tyrants Thrâ—â— He sues for Peaoe and grieves to see debate And daily prayes Lawes Rigour to abate If he be forc't to Law in his defence He doth it without splâ—â—n or Saints offence And if his Clapper hap to clatter wild Before Sun-set he growes more Calme and mild Or if that Filmy Piece in others blabbs His shame he counts
Deedes to the Apostles Forme Such Pious Deedes with Zealous Sparkes beset As I for Saints have in my Preface set From Justines Workes likewise I apprehend The Eucharists Religious Use and End We take no Common Bread nor Common Wine Saith he but like as Christ by the Divine Bright Word became true Flesh and for our Good Tooke on him our Attire of Flesh and Blood So we by Vertue of his Word Record That Food to be the Body of the Lord Yet Sacramentall Wine and Sacred Bread Which have our Soules by the Remembrance fed With this short Course the Presect of the Feast Insinuates Vowes into each Sacred Breast They fed with zeale the Throng Thanksgiving sing And Deacons did unto the Absent bring The Consecrated Food that they likewise Might have a Taste of the Soule-sacrifice Such was the Ancients Forme to distribute The Holy Food without Quirkes or Dispute IN those Dayes Crosse to Food blest by the Word Was Sacrifice of Flesh at Heathens Boord To Idoll-Gods which Christians did refuse By reason of the Cursed End and Vse As we likewise that Carnall Food despise Which some Create a God at Sacrifice And yet the Food ere it was so disgrac'd Could not pollute the honest Takers taste So when Gods Word hath blest Ours to record Our Saviours Crosse it quickens by that Word Which full of Life breathes Spirit Life Reliefe If it be tane by Soules firme of Beliefe For otherwise the present Ectasy Doth uanish and away those Blessings fly They at their Feast Emanuels Presence lose His Presence whose rare Forme some Clearks appose Though they beleeve that Christ is God and Man And stiled God with us his Forme they scan And question how could Paul and Stephen see Emanuel while on Earth Men living be As to the Pure this Mystiâ—ke Trance turnes Pure So t is Damnations Bait to the Impure And when Faiths Feast becomes a Sacrifice To Idoll Gods it tends to prejudice For this grave Cause good Christians doe refuse False Altars Meate where Satan Poison scrues WHat shall I write of Mark Aurelius Raigne When all his Campe distrest for want of Raine Were at the point to perish Christians then By Miracle gain'd showres to save his Men While hopelesse Pagans dig'd by Prayers they Gain'd in One Night what they had toyl'd by Day Such wondrous Deedes of the Church Primitive Like those Blest Showrs will cause our Mâ—se to thrive If therewithall we moisten Thirsty Soules Which long to taste of our Nectarean Bowles In hope from Bruites to be trasnform'd anew To better shapes then Ovid could renew Or Samian Forge Our New-Man sings more strange Of Manners not of Bodies the Exchange WIthin this Age liv'd Irenaeus knowne A Bishop where France built her Lions Towne He stoutly did the Marriage-state defend Whose Foes he writes blame God and Natures End He taxed Romish Victors Lightnings Flash And qualifi'd his Squibs denounced rash Which he presum'd against the East to throw For Easters Date with Supercilious Brow Or did perhaps not excommunicate But barre with them Rome to communicate So likewise did Grave Policrates blame His Censure-causing Schisme and Christians shame This Reverend Man to win the more Applause For his Defence of that propounded Cause Demonstrated that his seven Ancestours And he the Eighth from those Progenitours Were Bishops all of Ephesus and held Their yearely Course of Easter unrepeal'd Implying that his Lineall Holy Race Confirm'd the Truth to cleare that wrangling Case NExt unto those shone Athenagor as Tatian and He who with his Sire would passe To Martyrdome and but for Mothers Teares Partake like Adamant not shrunke with Feares He gloss'd Gods Word would have bin more priz'd If he had not too much allegoriz'd Severus sent for him such was his Fame To Antioch where he stuck to Christ his Name And blaz'd his Word with such rare Eloquence That he return'd by Caesar grac'd from thence Dismiss'd with Gifts and Courtiers good report He came againe to the sev'n Flouded Port Where he much Oyle in Alexanders Towne Consum'd untill his Errour put him downe Where well he wrote no better Writer knowne Where ill none worse then Origen is showne Famous for this he termes Christs Flesh and Blâ—â—â—â— The Spirits Type his Word Soule-quickning Food Most infamous for this that first he Gelt Himselfe and then for feare he should have felt A Buggering Rape by a Black-hired Moore He Sacrific'd to Idolls a farre more Scurfe-spreading sinne for which with Bolts accurst By Alexandriaes Church to Teares he burst Whenlighting on a Text in Salmes Towne And there desir'd to Preach he found his owne Unhappy Act by Lot nay by Divine Appointment How the Precepts which are mine Dar'st thou presume within thy Mouth profane To teach or read O thou ungodly Man Upon which Text poore Origen abasht With Teares his Crime and his Presumption washt THE STATE OF THE BISHOPS OF ROME DURING THE TIME OF PERSECVTION and while they were subject to the Emperours IT may be heere some Curious Wits expect That I their Lives and Deedes should recollect Whom Priestly Votes hâ—ve voyc'd for Roman Popes In Peters Chaire on whom they sixt their Hopeâ— To binde and loose their manifolded Criâ—eâ— Both then and now and in ensuing Times But such a Taske I dare not undergoe Nor will I have with Fraudfull Styles to doe The Servant when of Servants One proclaimes Himselfe and yet a Monarques Power claimes Let them who build on Flesh and Blouds Desires Entangling their Beliefe with needlesse Fires Of High Ambitious Thrones not warranted By Gods deare Lambe who for our sakes here led An Humble Life Let them I say bow downe Before the Gold-cross'd Shooe and Triple Growne But I am sure they no Record shall finde Nor Chronicle that mentions in that kinde The least Reflexe of Royall Majesty Due to Romes Popes with Both Swords Soveraignty Untill the French the Lumbards overcame Till Charlemaine did Desiderius tame Since Phocas Time they Nine score yeeres before Above all Priests the Chiefest Miâ—er wore Since Constantines who Phocas did precede Three Hundred yeeres a Patriarchs sway I read They had heere in our West But till that Time They scarce found space to breath much lesse to climb Or claime a Mace and to be called Lord A Style which Christ forbad and Saints abhorr'd For till the Raigne of Constantine the Great Thirty they were which grac'd Romes Pastours Seat And of those Thirty Bishops there were None But they were slaine or did through Troubles grone As English Saints were in Queen Maries dayes By Tyrants spleene distressed sundry wayes Imprison'd rackt and put to Open shame Depriv'd of all their Goods and burnt in Flame So Christs New Church tho with rare Dowries blest Neere for Three Hundred yeares was sore opprest Caefars without and Herteickes within Did persecute and plunge her Members in So many Toiles that hardly they could meet In Private Place nor one another greet With Common shewes of
Mother full of Grace Thou Mortall Man quoth She dost wonder now Why on Poore Thralls my Favours I bestow And not on Scarlet Robes in midst of Plenty I dwell not with the Proud Not one of Twenty That spends the time in Carnall Jollity Enjoyes my Love Heat or Society Which Caiphas-like Pope Adrian true confest He saw not how Romes Scepter could be blest Since He to whom Christ left the Churches Care Shun'd worldly Rule Pompe and Simonious Ware The Consciences where I frequent me most Are styl'd The Temple of the Holy Ghost And there no Swine no Beasts of prey nor Curres Dare enter once nor any thing that blurres Notorious sinnes with Penance I commute But Common slips to Nature I impute I never sold the Holy Spirits Gifts But I receive Strayes gratis without shifts Though I enjoy the Keyes to bind or loose I seldome Curse nor Yealding Reedes do bruize 'Gainst Hereticks I warre but not with Sword My Fence is Vowes and Teares my Sword Gods Word For my Chast Faith to Christ I am belov'd And by his Fiery Crosse I am approv'd If thou desirest then to finde me out Looke VAUGHAN not for me among the Rout But with my Babes which beare a loving Mind Wise Constant sad And there thou me shalt finde With such I liv d in Superstitious Times And so proclaime me in thy New-mans Rimes With such I dwelt by Worldlings scorn'd the while My Beldame Foe Christs Altars did defile With Carnall Sence and Sacrilegious Rape Moulding th' Immortall in fraile Mortall shape THus stood Our Church though not so faire of Face As she seemes now yet by Elections Grace Christs Merits and his Blouds Prerogative She breathed free from Sinnes imputative And though her Seed were not so pure as Our Nor Ours as Saints yet may the Man-Gods Pow'r For their Faiths sake Old Passions purifie When Doomedayes Flames shall Bodies change or try Or rather at Deaths Gaspe to Paradise Convaigh them like the Theefe with Saints to rise The Iudge will cloth them with his Robes of Grace And them enroule with his True Churches Race Thus stood Our Church most visible to Saints Ere Luther broke into his Just Complaints Here in Our West she persecuted lay While Rome made sale of Soules and open Prey She in the House of Mourning at the Stake Lay Patient while Rome forg'd the Masses Cake How did they her with Racks and Tortures touze Within their Jailâ—â— and Inquisition House How in Old Times did Berengariuâ— fare For daring to controule cotrupted Ware Nay how in Spainâ— doe they speed at this day Who Christ alone for Advocaâ—e display A Thousand Yeares the Dragon with Restraint Of Bloudy Force â—y Close Till then a Saint Possest his Conscience free from Tortures Fiâ—e Or Hells Constâ—aint No Synod fâ—ll of Ire Till the Fourth Henry raign'd did signe a Law By Massacres poore England to withdraw From preaching Christ. No Councell Generall Doom'd Saints to Flames to end Religions Braâ—le Till Sigismond at Constance suffred Husse And Ierome to be burnt without discusse Of their true Cause Yet Sautre first Of Martyrs did appease the Bloudy thirst Of Antichristian Priests in the First Yeare Of the said Henries Raigne Next Badby here Thorpe Purvey Taylour White and Hoveden With the Lord Cobham Floure of Noblemen Who did before the Bishops of this Land With burning Zeale the Romish Church withstand For the Faiths sake and the Wicklevian Sect Did by their Bloud and Martyrs Seales erect An Altar up in honour of our Christ As Members of their Head 'gainst Antichrist How many Soules were forced to abjure And to recant No Saint then liy'd secure In the Three Henries Sway of Lancaster Who preacht Gods Word as He of Chichester Grave Peacock felt and many moe that far'd As bad because they Babels Whore out-dar'd Kent Herefords and Norwich Diocesse Saw men styl'd Lollards then with like successe Take up the Crosse and yeeld for Christ their Breath So Prelates Saints pursu'd with spite and Death And not content the Living to torment They one Degree beyond the Pagans went For Wickliffs Bones from out the Grave they tore And burnt which lay there Forty Yeares before With solemne Pomp and Degradations Maske Those Gotam-Scribes perform'd that Gothish Taske O Would the Lines of this Epitome Could move our Strayes which haunt the Romish Sea To meditate on Times Old Monuments And there to marke what Savage Punishments One Hundred Yeares ere Luther rose were then Inflicted by mad Priests on Christian Men For seeking to reforme Old things amisse And by Gods Word to win blind strayes to Blisse I might then hope some would relent and turne To our New-man and with New Zeale would burne Not heeding Dreames and Superstitious Mists Which spred abroad by false Masse-monging Priests And Idoliz'd by haughty Hildebrand Lay yet on Rome an Ignominious Brand But noting what the New-man put in ure The first Six Hundred Yeares they hold most pure For such our Martyrs did and such I know Great Brittaine now extolls at least in show BUt to review the Churches History The Looking-Glasse of Sacred Memory Whilst halfe this Age with doubtfull chance embroils Which France shall feel or England Bloudier Broules The Center of this Age melts into Teares And cryes out shame upon 〈◊〉 Westorne Pâ—â—res For suffring Turkes Bizantium to possesse And by that meanes quite to subvert the Peace Of all the Easterne Church and there for Christ To fiixe a mighty Limbe of Antichrist Had they in time buâ— seconded the Duke Of Burgâ—ndy when he Thralls a rebuke With a Check-mate receiv'd in Hungary The Ottomans had not faire Bulgary Subjected nor the Graecian Iles fince won To Christians Losse and Mahomeâ—s renowne But as with Cunning Plots the Dragon rac'd Our Westernes Faith so then he there defac'd With Open Force the Easternes Primest Seat The City of New Rome in which Defeat He glories that the same with Salems Towne And Antioch he from Servile Christians won Their Sinnes them servile made that so before The Iudgement Day their Fall might Others more Rowze up from Sloth and Dull Security To Watch least they feele more Indignity ANd then neere Thirty Yeares were past since Popes Branding each Other for false Antipopes Copartners at a Councell Generall By Sigismonds good Cares they stint the Brawle At which I cannot in my Zealous Trance Unnamed leave a Chancellour of France Grave Gerson whom our Chronicles record That for Truths Rights to be againe restor'd He motion'd to bring back the Light Divine As in the Dayes of Paul or Constantine This he crav'd in the Councell Generall Most Zealous but the State Pontisicall Would not assent to heare of Reformation Lest they might clinch their Court of Augmentation Like Politicks who winke at Theeves or Stewes At Spoiles or Bribes at Barrettours or Iewes Encreasing Sinne and what to Vengeance tends For Private Gaine and their owne Idoll-ends This Motion made that Clerk Magnanimous About the Time when
there they burned Husse That Husse who sung that tho they broil'd the Goose Within One Hundred Yeares should be let loose A Swan out of those Flames as white as Snow Whose pow'rful Tune wuld make more Earâ—â— to glow Which Prophesie fell true for the Events Gamaliels-like since answered the Contents Yet did that Councell doe one piece of Worth For they depos'd Three Popes and chose a Fourth BUt afterwards the Caesar Sigismond For Breach of Faith by deare Experience conn'd That though as Toyes wrongs Mortalls over-passe Yet God will them not unrevenged passe For of the Breach soone as Bohemia heard The Safe-conduct infring'd the Cause unheard And that the Councell had condemned Husse And Ierome to be burnt without discusse Of the maine Points of Faith for which they 〈◊〉 By Safe-conduct sign'd in th' Imperiall Name And now affronted with this fond Reply Or rather jeer'd with a Priseillian Lye That Promise Faith and Vowes to Hereticks Were voyd in Law if made by Catholicks The Taborites repin'd faire Prague laments And all Bohemia moves with sodaine Rentâ— For their late Prophets Death and Guilâ—l◠〈◊〉 Bloâ—d Shed for no cause but that they Rome withstood Then Valiant Zisca like the Sonne of Nun Heads against Caeser many Battels won And with small Numbers to all the Papists Wonder Great Armies daunts as stâ—ook with claps of Thunder The Bohemes so against their Foes prevail'd That they their Losse and Breach of Faith bewail'd And to this day those Rites in Boheme last Which first to Husse from English Wickliâ—â—e past NOr was that Doctrine in Bohemia close And England kept alone but to oppose The Romish Sidâ— by Vertue of the Light Deriv'd from thence there daily came more Might The Bishop of Crâ—atia then did rise By Wickliffes Lamp and did Romes Fall comprise In Measur'd Lines which with Prophetick Glosse 〈◊〉 did for that Dark Age disclose Cameracums Good Cardinall then wrot And laid on Rome an everlasting Blot As others in those Dayes the like reveal'd What from Old muddy Pates stood long conceal'd So Mâ—ntuan did and Savonarola Clemangis and the Count Mirandola Boldly declaime against Great Babels Pride Ere Luther rose to write against her Side For now had God in his appointed Time Refin'd more Wits the Gospel out to chime THough for their Sinnes he Pius tooke away The Best of Popes who whilst he liv'd gave way Some Errours to reforme and meant that Wives Should licenc'd be to Priests yet still he lives For his Good Will enrowl'd in Lines of Fame That Silvius thought to cover Babels shame FOr like Effect God sent the Printers Presse That with Good Bookes we might his Truth confesse For till this Age faire Printing lay unknowne And so for want of Workes Truth was prest downe Gunnes likewise came within this Ages List Invented by by a Frier Alchymist Now Beades came up where Sixtus was not wary For Penance sake to linke the Ave-Mary And after him by the next raving Pope Who for his Fact was worthy of a Rope Romes Stewes came up for whom he builded Roomes And got the Whores to pay him Yearely Summes Under pretence to keep some Women Chaste But more for Gaine and for his Priests unchaste As though the Brothels could Knaves temptings let By suffring Ill Sinne Hidraes to beget WHat now hath Rome to plead what Colour Shift Or false Demurre to cloak her wanton drift That she be not indited hereupon A Baud and styl'd the Whore of Babylon Not onely Ghostly but a Carnall Whore She stands arraign'd for as yee heard before A Whore indeed a Woman Moguntine Sate Pope in Rome and acted Rites Divine If this be not sufficient Evidence Examine well their Lives and Frâ—â—dulence What Paramours Popes keptd what Bloudy Daâ—ce They led what Plutâ— their Bastards to advance That very Pope which shall cloze up this Age Can restifie with what tumulâ—uous Rage He rais'd his Sonne and Daughter to great States Caesar made Duke a Duke Lucretiâ— mates About the Yeare Six Hundred Sixty Six The Antichristian Fiend began his Tricks And Lullabies to act through Carnall Ease That men might fall to Scorbuts Foulâ— disease Or to some Prantick Fits Nor was it long But at the Time foretold who did belong To the Great Cities Dâ—â—â— by Sea and Land Playd the fond Bedâ—ems at their Heads command Her huge Impostume broke out at the last That is Five Hundred Yeares she made â—uch wast Of Ragges for Tenes to keep her Issuer running To serve her still it past our Westernes cunning The Prince of Fiends such Humours Spleen and Gall Envenom'd had this Mystery withall That for Guâ—iatâ—m she must India riste For Europes Drugges seem'd to her Lims a Trifle Who durst oppose her what she went about She had the Keyes of Heaven and Hell to boot Of all the World she was Chiefe Governesse And of what Christ scorn'd in the Wildernesse Only there wanted to supply her State The Genâ—â—es Map and Isabellaes Fate BEfore her Wane Gods Glory to extend It chanc'd about this Ages Latter End That Gama first from Lisbon tri'd the Course To passe by Sea to the East-Indian Shores Where having found the Load-stone since in use He Pilots did from the Pole-starre reduce By which and Printing was the Gospels sound Dispers'd and Both within this Age New-found West-India then was was by Columbus seene At the Expence of that Castilian Queene Who pawn'd her Jewels for the finding out Of those New Lands whose Gold made Spain so stout That aiming at the Westerne Monarchy She Musters Fights holds Kings in Jealousies And Babels Whore hopes in that New-found Soilo By Mart of Soules to keep more revell Coile And what She here hath by the Gospel lost That to repaire in Indiaes Sun-burnt Coast. Our Seventh Henry might have made his Boast Had he but been as prone as Ferdinand To take the tendred Map of that New Land But though the Tract was large yet Portingall And Castiles King contended till the Brawle By the High Priests Imaginary Lines Umpir'd they claim'd more then their Right confinâ—â— And so Romes Rites erected in that Coast. Satan repaires what he in Europe lost Unlesse our Ile to countepoise his Craft Had lately aim'd into that North a Shaft Which may perhaps some Consciences so wound That Savages may heare the Gospels Sound Which others Damps with Superstitious Fire Have there conceal'd and hindred to inspire THE OCCVRRENCES OF THE SIXTEENTH AGE From the yeere of our Lord 1500. untill the yeere 1600. The Argument Where lay Our Church â—re Wickliffe first arose By Prodigies Rome warn'd ere Luther rose No Tyrants Plots could let Our Churches Sound But Englands Queens did all her Foes confound FRom Age to Age I shew'd the Churches race Her Wane her Wens her rèfulgent Faâ—e And some I nam'd for Prophetizing Wits Times against our Beliâ—ls Fitâ— Who labour'd to suppresse what Christ prescribes Besides thâ— Abissines under Pretâ—ous Iohn Th' Armenians Greekes and Some in