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A01890	Babels balm: or The honey-combe of Romes religion With a neate draining and straining-out of the rammish honey thereof. Sung in tenne most elegant elegies in Latine, by that most worthy Christian satyrist, Master George Good-vvinne. And translated into tenne English satyres, by the Muses most vnworthy Eccho, Iohn Vicars.; Melissa religionis pontificiae. English	Goodwin, George, fl. 1607-1620.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1624 (1624)	STC 12030; ESTC S103245	56,801	130

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 Hi● great growth thy Church hath nigh o'rethrown Romes deepe-learn'd Doctours in Diuinitie Make th●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 Traito●r and Himselfe ore-reacheth Traditions gastly Gorgons hee proiects And by these rockey-Rockey-Rules Mens Faith infects Vnwrit Decrees Hee with gods-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 Mai●-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 Decre●als would call Gods true Religion then began to fall Neither my Mars nor my Minera● 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 se●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 ye● 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 w●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 ●hey fiue-wounds can spie I wish them this deuotion still to hold This whipping-Cheere Christs Coate thus bought sold. But let their Whips three stinging Cords containe And Tiburn-like triangled

Axetree of Romes Faith rowles hereupon That Peters Heire must be thy Master knowne And though a Glosse most Grosse the Text doth wrest Since Ipse dixit that must be the best This Library of God Atlas of Faith Commends condemnes at pleasure saith vnsaith But sure as Sol doth shine he 's the bold Boaster Of Pietie false-Prophet Worlds Imposter He boldly his opinions doth apply To Scriptures but ner're better'd is thereby For if thou knewst how he Christs writ doth wrest thou 'dst thinke he brow nor braine nor heart possest He is Romes Delius saith the Delphicke Sword Lifes perfect leaden Rule Gods holy Word Pliant t' each Sense Deuotions doubtfull line To false opinions facile to encline 'T is Gods owne Word that Pens of Exposition Should run with Romes Rites Practices Condition The Church Truths witnesse a dumbe witnesse sure Must learne from Romes high-Priest to speake most pure Thus this worlds Dunghill Patriarch subtill slie Expounds Gods Word most artificially But whatsoere's vnpleasant to his taste His Paraphrase must mend it in all haste O Pope Arts Prop great Master of the Muses Whose holy mouth faith into all infuses Must I O Clarke of Clarkes most learned rare Be a Disciple of thy Sacred Chaire I 'm sure of Pauls and Peters anger when Thine Oracle great Scholiast I contemne Long haue I listned let me quickly know The sacred Oracles which from thee flow Though Rude I 'm Ready thou shalt finde me free If taught new wrought from Rudenesse I may be Thus then Christ thrice bad Peter his flocke feed Ergo the Pope must supreme Head succeed Christ left his sheepe to Peter to be fed Ergo the Pope is of all Councels Head Againe to feed his Lambs Christ Peter bad Ergo from his mouth Scriptures Sense is had Feed that 's to say the worlds Vice-gerent be And let all Regall Scepters bow to thee Feed that 's as much as Curbe proscribe and kill In this sence Peter did his charge fulfill Sing holy Sir Saint Peter makes thee sit His firme Successour witnesse holy Writ On with this new-found Logicke Beautifie Thy thus got charge thy prize faire Palmes is nigh Harke now Christ said to Peter follow me Ergo he followd Christ in Emperie Peters firme faith was ne're with blasts oreblowne Ergo Popes faith eclipse hath neuer knowne To thee O Peter heauens blest Keyes were giuen Ergo the Pope them keepes as Port'r of heauen Christ praid for Peter Ergo 't is most plaine The Petrean-Parents faith must firme remaine Kill and eate Ergo Peter must be Head For that which eares that same is sure the head Vpon a Rocke Christs Church was built Therefore Peter's a Rocke the Pope his Paramour O Prince of Priests Bishop of fragrant fame Who tamelesse tam'st All heau'n hath will'd the same Prop and protect Romes Axetree with more might Lest thy Pontifike heau'n be cast downe quite Open O rare Interpreter for me Mo Scripture Nuts that I their Kernes may see Others alas giue but a glimpse of light But thy blest Lawpe giues a great Sun-beame bright To thee the Scripture freely opes her heart And to thy Cisterne doth full streames impart Apollo prompting thee thou canst conclude Ought out of ought Logicke thou hast subdude Expounding's fit for Boyes sense swims to thee Spare oyle and match thou without Light canst see If I an hundred wise Apollos had To finde thy force and fraude they 'd all run mad On farther Father sit downe in thy Chaire Thy word to weigh my prone eares I prepare To cast to Dogges things holy 't is not fit Ergo Rude people must not know Gods writ Other things when I come I will dispose Ergo th'Apostle did the Masse compose For thirty Pence our Sauiour was betraide Ergo the Hoste like Pence must needs be made Christ was a Rocke Ergo to say Masse on All Altars must be made of Rockey Stone Promise of Life to Bread not Wine was made Ergo the Wine to Laicks is gaine-said Who eates this Bread shall liue eternally Ergo for Hea'un Bread serues sufficiently Priests are i th' Church like Soldiers Sp'rituall Ergo 'gainst Hell with Songs they rore and yaull The fruitlesse Fig-tree Christ with curse did smite Ergo the Pope may curse and ban by right All men shall at his Foot-stoole Him adore Ergo the Pope must on mens backs be bore People of Priests touching the Law must aske Ergo t' expound is the Popes onely Taske An Ethnick let him bee which heares not Thee Ergo All must receiue the Popes Decree It seemed good to th' Holy Ghost and mee ●rgo the Pope Truths Horologe must bee Moses the Iewes Iarres to an end did draw Ergo the Popes Law 's liuely dead's God 's Law Christ Tribute paide for Peter Ergo than The Pope paies none but catcheth all he can O Rabbi rare Angelicall Expounder Whose sense of Sacred-Writ than all is sounder When I a Beefe kill thou the hornes shalt haue For these thy Scripture-Expositions braue The pith of Texts is knowne so well to thee That for thy vse they Parrets seeme to 〈◊〉 What 's next O shew it shoote more lightning out To scatter trembling Heretikes about Those that liue in the Flesh please not the Lord Ergo the Pope will Priests no wiues afford Melchisedech the Priest no Parents had Ergo Priests to be Parents is most bad God hath put all things vnderneath his Feete Ergo the World should be Popes slaue t is meete The Lord two great Lights made Ergo Popes Might Must be the greatest lesser Emp'rours Light First Heau'n then Earth was made Ergo I hope Caesar in pompe must come behinde the Pope The Spirit th' vnbridled Flesh must tame abase Ergo the Pope of Emperours must take place The Father is the Sucklings due Superiour Ergo a King is to the Pope Inferiour Sin-Sory Mary kist our Sauiours Feete Ergo that All the Popes feete kisse 't is meete Earths Springs sprung vp moisten the Earth againe Ergo the Pope Worlds chiefe ore all must raigne O precious Priest Worlds Master most admired Arts piller pride glory so much desired Praise-worthy Prouost of Witts crafty Schoole O the rare Fame of thy Cathedrall Stoole Saint Peters Power amazed I adore Than thy great Name I make of nothing more My thoughts are sharpe my wits are ready prest My Muse is rowz'd thy Fame to manifest Whole Academies Bay-trees bend to Thee Pallas Apollo thine Inferiours bee To thee t is giuen to know Heau'ns Mysteries Thou for pure sense art th' only Wizard-wise Another Priest i th' Priest-hood plac't with Thee Hee 's but a Calfe Thou a huge Oxe shalt bee Since I at Delphos Oracles mayn't here Thou thou alone shalt be my Delius deare A fig for all the Fathers of their light I scorne to borrow theirs by thine shines bright Thou none dost cheate nor none cheats onely Thee Thy sacred word Gods Canon Writ must be Heau'n is thy Studies Stoole thy

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 Stirr●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 f●●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 Garl●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 Ashuer●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 gai●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 Hi●● 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 pu● 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