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. 1624 Approx. 235 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 65 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2004-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A01890 STC 12030 ESTC S103245 99839002 99839002 3395 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Catholic Church -- Controversial literature. 2003-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-12 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-01 Olivia Bottum Sampled and proofread 2004-01 Olivia Bottum Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion 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 . AVGVSTINE , Pride hath an appetite of Vnitie and Omnipotency . Imprinted at London by George Purslowe for Nathanaell Browne , and are to be sold at his Shop , at the vpper end of the long Walke neere Little S. Bartholomews . 1624. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE , WILLIAM LORD HERBERT , of Cardiffe , Marmion St. Quintin , and Parr of Kendall ; EARLE of Pembrooke , Chamberlaine of his MAIESTIES Household , Chauncelour of OXEFORD , Knight of the Noble Order of the GARTER ; and one of his MAIESTIES most Honorable PRIVIE-COVNCELL . WIse Counsellours ( great Lord ) as Sages say , Haue three faire Markes to make their best blest aime ; First , Gods due glory ; next , their Princes Fame ; Lastly , to be their Countries Staffe and Stay. God His exacts ; by whom , they 're first elected : Kings , Theirs expect ; vnder whom they haue Grace : States , Hence their Fates extract ; for whom that Place They exercise , to see them safe protected . How well your Lordship hits this triple - White , How well your Worth's approu'd to God and Man , Your God , your King , your Countrey witnesse can , Whose Goodnesse , Grauenesse , Greatnesse , All delight . Your Goodnesse to your God , your Faith makes knowne , Your Grauenesse to your King , your Wisedome showes ; Your Greatnesse to the State , in Vertue flowes ; Faith , Wisedome , Worth , combin'd , conioynd in One. A faire Paire-Royall in a Loyall Peere , Whom Heauen hath happifi'd for 's Piety , Whom his great King loues for his Loyalty ▪ Whom all his Countrey , iustly , holds most deere . O , may this three-fold Twist be ne're vntwin'd ; May Piety your Pilot euer bee : O , may your Prince your Prudence euer see ; Long may your Countrey your good Counsaile finde . That as you GOD , GOD may you euer houour ; That as you grace your King , your King may grace you ; That as you fight vnder Faiths blessed Banner ; Your God , your King , your Countrey may embrace you : His humble Heart and Voice , this sayes , thus prayes ; Who in his Prayers , his Best , doth rest alwayes . Your Honours most humble Votarie to be commanded , IOHN VICARS . TO THE IVDICIOVS AND COVRTEOVS READER . THou hast here ( courteous Reader ) my Authours Epistle Dedicatorie : which both for the Elegancy thereof , and proprietie to this present Discourse , I haue translated into English , the rather for that the Authour hath learnedly laid-downe his Motiues both to the Matter and Metricall Method thereof . Which as they most iustly may and doe protect him from the Prauitie of detracting Malignitie : So I hope they will with no lesse indifferencie ( my Cause and Case being the same in the Matter , though farre inferiour in the Manner ) Patronize me , and Apologize for me against the Malice of muttering Momus . Thus hoping the best in the generous and iudicious , disdayning the worst in the degenerous and inscitious . I rest Thine Io. VICARS . The Authours Epistle Dedicatorie to the right Honorable Sir ROBERT NANTON , Knight , Principall Secretarie to the State , and one of his Maiesties most Honourable priuie Councell . MAny things there be ( right Honourable ) which vilifie and diminish the faith of Romes Religion , which fortifie and garnish ours . And yet indeed it is a very miserable and deplorable thing , that in matter of Religion , mens mindes and iudgements should still hang wauering and anxiously tottering as a Wedge of Steele betweene two attractiue Loadestones ; and not to be maturely and firmely confirmed in the indubitable orthodox Faith and Religion . When therefore I had adapted and addicted my mind to the studie of Diuinitie , and afterward setled my serious inquisition vpon Controuersies of Faith : Poperie most perspicuously seemed to me , to be nothing else , but a certaine pompous & Maiesticke Monarchie , begotten by Ambition , bred and fed vp by Superstition , blocked-vp and fortified by Tyranny , enlarged and propagated both by the Mammon of the World , and fraudulent Fabrication of the Pseudo-Clergie . Many most learned Authours haue by their worthy Writings notably shaken this ( I say not Religion , but ) Relegation or Banishment of true Religion : and may It now ( with your Honours good liking ) put on a versified Vesture , and by this my Edition and Dedication to your Honour , come forth , yet more grossely guiltie from me . Theodorite writes of one Ephres of Syrus an Iland in Asia , who long since composed in diuers kinds of Verses , whatsoeuer appertained to Pietie and Religion : That so they might the more feruently be affected and earnestly desired . The same doth Socrates and Sozomen affirme of Apollinarius ; And Gregory Nyssen of Basil and of Nazianzen . Of more proximious and moderne times also Eobanus of Hesse , Beza , Bucanan , and very many more did accomodate themselues ( as it were , with a certaine kinde of delightfull Sawce and Seasoning of the Truth ) to the illustration and setting forth of the Booke of Psalmes in Verse . 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ( as Pindarus ) Let not then the stormie Stones of dire Detraction be throwne at me , if I in imitation of those worthy imitable Authours haue in verse composed Hoc 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Religionis argumentum , This often controuerted Subiect of Religion . The most exquisitely learned Interpreters doe call the Booke of Psalmes , the most sacred sugred Poeme of Gods blessed Spirit ; And they giue the reason why Almightie God would haue so excellent a Treasure of his Church to be contriued and contained in verse , viz. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , that it might be as a Bait to allure and entice men to facile obedience thereunto . The same also is most manifest that Satan ( as he is Operum Dei 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Ape of Gods Actions ) was wont to enfold , wreathe and winde-vp in Verse , all his Oracles which in former ages he vsed to deliuer by his Pythons or Sybils , that by this meanes they might be the more pleasant and acceptable to those which enquired after them . I omit , that Saint Paul out of certaine Poets , as Aratus , Menander and Epimenedes , quoted diuers Testimonies or amplifications , and not out of any other Heathenish Authors , as neere as I can obserue in his Epistles . Once also heretofore I my selfe composed a Module in Latine-Verse , vnder the Title of A Combate betweene the Flesh and the Spirit ; or , The Warfare of a Christian Souldier . Of our holy Martyrs ; And of The miseries of this miserable Life ; Since which time , I with Nazianzen 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : haue cast and prostrated this my Muse at my Sauiours feet , submitting and addicting it wholly to his seruice , and to the setting forth of his pure Doctrine . And whilest I read the elaborate Labours and Diatribae of Diuines , and at intermissiue houres ruminated what I had read ; with most feruent desire and full delight , I forthwith put my selfe vpon a versifying Veine , thereby ( as well as I might ) to strengthen and assist my weake and vntrusty memorie . The Fruit of this my Labour I humbly Deuote , Dedicate and Consecrate to you ( Right Honourable ) whom I euer knew ( since I euer knew any thing ) most exquisitely endued , and adorned , furnisht and accomplisht with all generous and ingenious Vertues and Discipline . Whence , th● reason why his Maiesty made you his worthy Principall Secretarie , cannot be Secretly hidden , but most conspicuously euident , to me , to all others : But by this Poeme , the Proeme of my principall intention is , sincerely to lay downe a perpetuall Pledge , and merited Memory of my obsequious obseruance of that great Fauour and Courtesie , wherewith your Honour hath euer graced and embraced mee : And of that firme Faith , which I heere endeuour to defend , and wherein I am most certainely assured , you are most confidently and immoueably settled . But I trust your Honourable Courtesie will conniue at and excuse me , if ( as I am Acrior paulò 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 , a somewhat sharp and tart Opposite to the Antichristian-Crew ) the syllables and sentences in diuers places being transposed and alternated , I seeme to say & reiterate one and the same thing : Since that euen from my first vndertaking of this Worke thus once vndertaken , I vndertooke to display and disperse the fragrant and odoriferous Flowers of various Authors , and not onely to write diuers things , but to write them diuers waies , and truely to depaint the power of Popery to be no lesse sumptuously spacious , than auariciously Capacious . But aboue all , my heart hath eagerly exasperated my Hand and ready Pen ( to the vtmost of my power ) to pull downe the intolerable and abominable Pride of Rome : whereby her Babylonicall Bishops haue with the Hornes of their Insolency , butted at the Princes of the Earth , shewing themselues to be nothing else , indeed , than the sirely Sons of Saturne , and an aspiring Off-spring of robustious combustious Phaetontine haughty Spirits . Neither shall the Reader finde heere any flourishing veines or straines of painted Poetry and fabulous Fictions : My prime purpose , in the fashioning and framing of this Honey-Combe , being , to furnish it with a more beautifull Cluster of Theologie , than a bountifull Crop of Poesie . Nor haue I been ambitiously busie , to cite my Authors Names on the Margines : For , what I write , I write to those , who ( as Saint Augustine saies , are willing to reade , and wise to vnderstand ; and who together with mee , doe either already know , or easily may know , whatsoeuer I haue writ . Finally , Heere , you ha●e neither a few , nor all matters touching the Romish Religion ; Let whoso will , giue my Booke a Bill of Diuorce : But from your right Honourable Humanity , and Customary Courtesie , I vndoubtedly expect , and hope to find , Fauour for what I haue done , and Pardon for what I haue pretermitted and left vndone . Your Honours most duely deuoted , GEORGE GOODVVINNE . THE TRANSLATOVR TO HIS TRVELY INGENVOVS and most ingenious Authour . Mr. Gall'd-backed Babel , dost thou kicke and winch , Enrag'd with smart of Goodwinnes tart Balme-Plaster ? O may it sting thee still , and pricke and pinch Romes corrupt crue , and her most leprous Master ! God ( yet ) giue grace , that Some may some Good-win , Enlightned by Gods guide , to see Romes sin . Goodwinne did This , One speciall end propound Of his sweet Satyres : And euen so doe I , Of my meere Oaten-Pipes plaine rusticke sound , Deriu'd ( rare Goodwinne ) from thy Melodie : Wherein poore Pan hath curious Orpheus found , Inimitable in his Harmonie . Needs then ( I say ) must Mine be all the blame , Not Thine , if Romes Wilde-beasts be not made tame : Excuse , therefore ( kinde Sir ) what 's mis-committed ; Pardon , I pray ( if ought be ill-omitted ) Your most truely louing friend , I. V. To the most Dis-courteous Momish Catholike , whose greatest Grace is a graceles gracious Kisse at his Vn-holy Fathers Great-Toe , Greeting . ROmish Catholike , to Thee This I send , if Bee thou be , Or if Waspe or sting-lesse Drone , Or if humming Hornet knowne ; Herein , Thou shalt Flowers find , Various for thy curious mind : Whereon thou maist suck thy fill , And with Romish Momish skill , ( By thy Honey-thighs , to thriue ) Garnish , furnish Romes Bee-Hiue . Heere , the Pope , thy Master-Bee , Christs Vice-gerent , thou maist see , Peters Heyre-apparent true , Claiming as his proper due , Heau'n , Earth , Hell and Purgatory , Farre transcending Them in glory : To whose Keyes and Crosier-Staues Kings and Keisars must be Slaues : And , all this , for right and good Is , seene heere , as cleare as mud . Heere is shown , how Thy great Father Planted hath for Thee to gather , Plants which doe Christs Plants excell , Flowers which haue more fragrant smell Than the Scriptures Killing-Letter , Therefore making Honey better ▪ Whereby Romes most sacred Hiue , And sweete Swarmes full fatly thriue : Heere , Thou Henbane-Merit hast , Broad-way Flowers , here , are plac't : Asse-Cucombers , Cats-tayle tall , Wolues-claw , Goose-grasse , great & small . Goat-Beard , Bucke-Beanes , Dragons-Blood , Mad-hearbe , Cog-wort , and Popes-wood . Penny-male , and Female faire , Virgin-marke , and Maidens-haire . As for Scriptures Hearbe of Grace . Patience , Hearts-ease , These , as base , Hee hath for thy sake displac't , Lest they should offend thy taste : Or , if tasted , Him displease , And his totall Swarme disease . Therefore , those that most delight Thee , Stand heere ready to inuite Thee . Then , seeke , sucke , what Thou thinkst best , And , to Honey-Combes digest , What thou hast so well collected , And Fellifluously confected : That , so , Thou , and all the Swarme In your Hiue may chaunt and charme . As for Mee , the onely gaines I could wish for all my paines , Is , that my best Helpe , prest Power , Able were to teare the Tower Of proud Babels Master-Bee , Master of much Villanie ; Whose decay and downefall di●e , Truely , duely , Hee 'l desire , Who is a hearty Ill-willer to the im-pure hollownesse of his im-pious Holinesse , IOHN VICARS . IVDGEMENT VPON HIS WIT. IF e're Translatour did deserue a Bayes , It is thy full desert , nor full thy Prayse . They changed sad-Inuention ; you , briske Wit Formes and Transformes , vnto all formes of it ; Rendring in most , the straine , in all , the sense : The Wits will feare thy sting , and get them hence . If any stay and pish ; the cause is seene , The matter ▪ not thy manner , moves their spleene . Bloud-rudilie Rome , thou hast drawne much Saints blood : This hath drawne Thine ; pray God it does thee good . If this faile with the rest , th' art d●sp'rate , sure , No Balme , for Babel , nought that Wh●re can cure . You haue my Censure , had you Romes Cens●res too , They could be but as I am , All for you . THOMAS SALISBVRY Bach. in Diuinitie . The Argument of the Poeme . ONce , Satan hatch't an Egge , full of foule Hope , Whose Birth , by Fraud and Pride became a Pope : How fondly men breake Serpents Egges ? Romes pride Dos't to their hand , and giues a Pope beside . Another . The Popes great Pride and Pompe Emperiall , Did make him Head , will make him head-long fal● . Against Papall Supremacie . Romes High-Priest , late , like Sol , aloft did shine , Like falling-S●arre ▪ now , droops , drops , feares his fall ; His patent Rule , by potent Wrath diuine , Now , turnes to Ashes ; late a Cedar fall . Another . As encreast , decreast is the Popes great power : And Rome , which flourisht , fades , now , like a flower . A Briefe of the Romish Religion . Of all Summes , here 's the Summary , chiefe Summe ; That vnderneath the Popes Rule , Faiths Rule come . The Satyres of this Booke . 1 OF the Popes Supremacie . 2 Of the Authoritie of the Pope of Rome . 3 Of the Interpretation of the Scriptures . 4 Of the false Doctrine of the Church of Rome . 5 Of the blasphemous fiction of Merits , and Workes of Supererogation , &c. 6 Of the fond fiction of Transubstantiation . 7 Of the corrupt conditions and wicked liuing in the Citie of Rome . 8 Of the couetous buying and selling of all things vnder the Popes power and iurisdiction . 9 Of the most formidable and abominable Powder-plot by Papists ; with their horrible-authorized libertie to perpetrate any villany . 10 Of the holy Reliqu●s , Traditions , and other admirable Inuentions of the Church of Rome . OF THE POPES SVPREMACY . THE FIRST SATYRE . THE ARGVMENT . Rome striues , contriues , how Popes may vncontrold , Solely and wholly , Keyes , Crownes , Scepters hold . ROME , the Worlds wonder , Stage of Mitred Bands , Hath Papall Power of Empire in hir Hands : For , heere , the Pope succeeds in Peters Right ▪ Which is as cleere at Noone , as 't is at Night . The High-Priests Chaire , heere , Peter placed hath ; But , this , ( me thinkes ) smels more of Fame than Faith. Heere , on a seuen-fold Beast , the treble Beast , With triple-Crowne doth ride , each solemne Feast . Yea , heere , the Babylonish Bawd most fine , A Scarlet Godhead , with rich Iemmes doth shine . Fie , fie , poore Peter , and penurious Paul , Doe ye not blush presumptuously to call Your selues the Popes great Grand-sires ? y' are to blame , That you thus thinke his Holinesse to shame . Alas , y' are Both deceiu'd , his Papall Throne Buds , blowes , and blossomes , bigge and broad is growne ; Your Slaue of Slaues , is now a Lord of Lords , The best of Men no equall Him affords . Logicke lacks Phrases to define your Pope , He must haue more then Categories scope ; Hee 's yet not found , can find ▪ or firmely say , What , How , How great 's the Pope and Papall sway . Romes power 's distinct , from other powers all , Of all Powers else , Romes hath no Generall . The Pope is peerelesse , Rome knowes none more Royall ; This , Realmes , He Men , surmounts past all deniall . See heere Gods Steward , Heau'ns Controuler great , Blowne bigge with Badges , swel'd with supreme Seate . Stately he stalkes and walkes ; his Blasphemies Fill Heau'n and Earth , and his mad Pride implies . This monstrous Monarch , Tetrach terrible , Is his Flocks Wonder , Thund●r horrible . Religion brought forth Riches , this rich Daughter , Repaies her Dam , with Death , not long time after . All Sacred things their Sacred Pope's aboue ; To Him nought's Sacred , but Golds Sacred loue . Peter , t' exceede , more than succeed , he ioyes : Tenths of his Honour , none ( almost ) enioyes . His Sea 's a Sea of Wealth : But let me chuse A Man to grace his place ; This , Popes refuse . And why alone to Peter's this Charge giuen ? Why are the Rest from State and Office driuen ? In Paul , not any , many spots in Peter We find ; why then , for Paul was 't not much meeter ? At least , Saint Iohn , whom Christ esteemed Best , Ought to be priz'd , preferr'd before the Rest. Yet Peter ne're was deckt with Iems and Gold ; Was no Key-keeper , no Sword-bearer bold , Rode not with Strappes and Trappes , in Scarlet Gownes ; Not dawb'd with Pearles , or Princely golden Crownes . Peter , Colleague-ship with the Priests desires ; The Pope , ●o be the Prince of Priests aspires . Peter was ne're attir'd Centurion-like ; Peters Successor , oft times , Caesar-like . Meekenesse gaue to Saint Peter Primacy ; An humble mind was his Priority . Peter a Fisher , Peters Impe a Fighter ; A Stone was Peters Throne , the Heau'ns his Mitre . And what was Paul , euen equall to the best ; Greater than he , not any of the rest . Yet he for Christs sake , ioyes in bonds and blowes : Ergô , the Pope is greater than Both Those . Christ of a Heauenly , not an earthly Throne , Had the Fee-simple ; Peter , other , None . If Christ had heere no Kingdome , how should Hee Place Peter , where Himselfe would neuer be ? And is 't not strange , Heau'ns Kingdomes Key should ope The doores of Earthly Kingdomes to the Pope ? He which so grossely guls , beguiles each Nation , Besots himselfe with Reasons depriuation . Alas , fond Flash , ô earthly glory shallow ! What wry-waies , by-waies tak'st thou , Christ to follow ? Alas , they void not Christs , but Worlds offence ; Which vse to chuse such carnall sottish Sence . What Christ prescribes , That Anti-Christ proscribes ; Is 't like , that Christ this Function him ascribes ? What Right of Title , Titles-Right is there , Where nought , but Shew of Title doth appeare ? As Spend-thrifts boast of Title , All being gone ; So , insubstantiate Shades Popes build vpon . He faineth Christ , but followes Satan still ; Serues God in Words , denies him in his Will. Th' Apostate Priest sits oft in Peters Chaire ; Whom to call Pope , not Pius , we may dare . As Polypus sticks to each Rocke of 's shape ; And by that craft , few fish his Iawes doe scape : So , forging , faining , Peter , Christ , Faiths Rocke , His Pseudo-founded Faith th'vnwise doth mocke . The Ground-worke's hid , the top is seene to all ; To what end tend these wiles Pontificall ? The reason 's plaine , and Pluto's paths lye ope ; What of this false Profession is the Scope ? Now then behold the Popes Monarchike might ; Which , Hee , by Christs allowance claimes as Right . This Heau'nly Vice-roy , Peters proper Heire : Christs office holds , sits , shines in Peters Chaire . The supreme Bishop awelesse , lawlesse quite , An Earthly god , a two-leg'd monstrous Wight ; Beyond all Beings , great beyond Relation ; The Court , the Church , he rules by vsurpation . Wheth'r Anti-Christ , Lesse-Christ , or Other-Christ ; With Christ , his Rule , by right , must needs be high'st . In , vnder , For Christ , all Power heere , in Heau'n ; To this Key-keeper , Rockey Father's giuen . Thus writ that Faith-lesse frantike * Fauourite , Vnfit ( great Iewell ) for thy opposite . And why may not the Pope , as worthy , claime The honour due to great Iehouah's Name ? Why maist not call him Iupiter , Earth's Thunder , Yea Elohim ? the Worlds great God of Wonder ? Vnto the * Mount ( that Mounte-banke saies plaine ) I lift mine Eyes which doth my state sustaine . That all the World must bow to th' Pope of Rome , Who e're beleeues not , he to hell doth doome . As at a becke , the Lord of heauen rules All : So , here , his Sheepe , the Pope hath at a call . This Priestly Pilot , ( for , the Church , 't is knowne , Is like a Ship ) Christs Ship can rule alone . He which the Popes pipe knowes not perfectly , Is none of this great Shepheards Sheepe surely . Others Rule 's finite ; his is infinite : Theirs , but a Beame of his All-supreme Light. His patent Prouince both for Grace and Place , Specious and spacious , bowes before his face . As with huge Waues , the Sea , small dewes doth sup : So his great Power , lesse Powers deuoures , drinks vp . Therefore He in submission , to him holds , Captaines , Commanders , Shepheards , Sheepe , Sheepe-folds . He 's poore , can count his flockes : this Shepheard great , Hath farre moe Sheepe , than foode for them to eate . Councels and sacred Synods he excels ; An hyperbolicke-Priest in Gods house dwels . This Romish Briareus ; Hydra fell , For Hands and Head , to rule , doth all excell . To th' Councell , this Cosmopolite once came , A Iudge , a Partie , Guiltie , One , the Same . But what need Councels , when their Pope Diuine Can all Diuine Decrees , finely define● O yes ; by Councels , is the right way knowne , To Him which hath sound iudgements praise alone . Euen He alone , which without Councels aid , Remoues Faiths Rubs , and Wrackes , by doubts displaid . To Peters chaire Errour can ne're come neere ; Which , that ●he Pope enioyes , doth plaine appeare . He may doe-ill , not Erre , in any case : If once He sit in that All-prying Place . If Baalam , Caiaphas , Right did Prophetize : Why may not wicked Popes doe so likewise ? Yea though they Pilate , Iudas base , transcend : Yet may a traiterous Pope , be Faiths good Friend . He sweares to Lies , by Lying oft deceiues : Yet , his loose tongue to Faith stickes-fast and cleaues . Let Alexander , Iulius , witnesse beare : Whose fained Faith , firm'd and infringed were ; Who got the Popedome Foxe-like , craftily ; Reign'd like a Lion , like a Dogge did die . He that Christs Court and Sheepe-cote thus doth gaine , Is not a Friend , but Fiend ; no Balme , but Bane . That Swines-snout , Sergius , Sergeant of the deuill ; Was to his Chaire a Scoffe , a Scurffe most euill . Pius the fifth , Im-pius , within , without , How 'gainst Eliza , shot he darts , about ? Vrbane the third , a Bane , A-bad-one , right ; Strange Popish chaos caus'd by furious fight . That Brand of Hell , foule Heldebrand also : With what mad mischiefes did he ouerflow ? Christ chain'd vp Satan , but thy Potentate , O Rome , doth let him loose to deuorate . That Christ Church then , may flourish , firmely stand , 'T is time the Pope were puld downe out of hand . O how this Prelate differs from that Prince , Which was both poore and pure in Innocence ? Surely this Worlds Arch-Metropolitan , Seekes somewhat more then Christ , not knowne to man. For , Christ to be Faiths head , when was it read ? Yet this Arch-father must be faiths Arch-head . And Tortu● with his Torture hath so fram'd ; That Christ is great , the Pope is greatest , nam'd . His Masticke and Stigmaticke-Slaues doe dare , To giue the Pope , what ere be ne're so rare . Most-holy , Great'st , Supreme , Superlatiues , Are the Popes due , and not plaine Positiues . Great Alexander , Pompey , Charles the Great : But he 's most-Mightie , h 'as the Greatest seate . Christ prayes to God , and sayes , O holy-Father : To th' Pope , his Shauelings say , Most-Holy , rather . We must not mint these termes , or vse lesse phrases : Diminitiues deduct from his high praises . Of Peters Titles is not lost a tittle , Nor from the Popes praise wanteth the least little . Romes Monkish-mad-men crouch vpon their knee , To kisse his Seate , his Feet , for so 't must be . Thus not the Prime , but Supreme Power is sought , And vnto God he 's almost equall thought . For he tha● Popes rare Titles rightly prizeth . Holds him Almightie , when to th' chaire he riseth . This loftie Leuite holds , iniuriously , The piller , prop , of Prin●ely Soueraigntie . Iudge of all Iudges , is this Drudge of Drudges : Which , who denies , to fire , away he trudges . So vile , so seruile is the yoke , alas , Which this Iol●-hea● makes ore Kings heads to passe . And why ? the Pope is Pastor , Kings are Sheepe ; Is 't not He then , must them in order keepe ? But when Christ left his Sheepe to Peter , pray , Tell me , Feed thine , or my sheepe , did he say ? But , Kings are said to feed ; which , being so , How then the Pope is not a * Sheepe , I 'd know ? And did Christs comming Kings right●erminate ●erminate ? Vsde he his power Kings power to lacerate ? Alas , if Romes High-Priest so potent were : On a small thred Kings Hopes would hang , I feare . If Crownes to Crosier-Staues should subiect be , By fatall date their falls we soone might see . What haue Kings done , what angry God displeas'd , To be of Power , by Papall power eas'd ? But what 's the Pope to th' Prince ? Crosse-Caps to Crownes ? Are Swords for Peter ? Scepters fit for Clownes ? Haue Popes a Ladder , than Kings Thrones more high ? Or rather , reaching Hells profundity ? Not poore-mens gaine , but Princely Raigne hee scrapes : And , * Eagle-like , at Flyes he neuer gapes . Kings from their Crownes , for Heresie he driues : Pesants may scape in body , goods , and liues . This Mitred Molech , Priestly Dagon stout , Satan for 's Basshaw , Champion , hath pickt out . Wearing by 's side a gallant Bilbo-blade ; And not with Words , but Swords , doth soone perswade . Is this to preach , and people poore to teach ▪ O , no , in 's head Hee hath a further reach ; Namely , to cut downe Leban C●dars tall : To fell high Oakes , and cause bright Starres to fall . Not Iupiter-Capitoline , alone , But Mars Capitolin● Hee must be knowne . When this great Paedagogue of Princes , shakes His scourging Rod , Kingdomes to quake he makes . Who , if he forge , Paul , Peter , Tyrants vilde : His Brow is Brasse , he hath his Faith defilde . Thy Substitute ( O Christ ) which Thine exceeds , Them often with much dread , no doctrine feeds . His Power 's a Pasture to mens soules most bitter : His flockes to kill , then well to fill , much fitter . Christ had his Vnction : he combustion fire : Christ mild●ly heales : he heales mens wounds most dire . O Spouse of God , thy Corne , is Cockle growne : When thy House-keeper will be Keisar knowne . He sits not idle which i' th' chaire doth sit : Yet hath for 's flocke no food , affection fit . The scope of 's hope is still to keepe downe Kings : Saue this , impertinent he holds all things . Thus all his vassals from aloft he spies : His Myrmidons , his Waspes , his Butter-flies . He ore-lookes all wheres'ere , from top to toe : Puls downe the tallest Mounts , and laies them low . And that al this is good , the reason 's plaine : Drawne from example , with all might and maine . Bees , Masters haue : Cranes Guides : Bell-weathers , Sheepe : These proue that Popes may all men vnder-keepe . And by this Art , this Worlds Arch-Primate may Typhaeus-like , o're Kings and Clergie sway . But faine I would the Popes great Myrer doffe : And with 's owne Sword Goliahs head smite-off . Why should not one King ouer all Kings raigne ▪ A Head of heads , a Guide of guides most plaine . Why is thy head ( Christ ) spectable to all ? When as thy Kingdome is Spirituall . Alas , the Clergies swelling Tympany Of Pride , gaue God this monstrous Emperie , That two crosse-heads of one set kingdome be , This set in Heauen , that ( Earth ) set ouer thee . A Gulfe's betweene these Heads , agree ne're shall : God's sp'rituall head , the Popes materiall . Christs Kingdome is i th' world inuisible : Admits no head , officiall , sensible : Ne'r● did Christs Spouse , two heads , two husbands know : Christ onely her deere pheere , the Church doth owe. If Anti-Christ ( pray tell me ) should be mad , Could Christ be ioyn'd to such a head , so bad ? Againe , Christ left his Church much Goods , most good : ( Th' are so indeed , since purchast with his blood ) If Christ , his Church so rich a dowrie gaue ; From thee ( proud Pope ) what new-found wealth may 't haue ? Art thou the Churches Head ? Heart , Corps , and all , ( Which were blasphemous ) then we might thee call . And if the Pope were Head , the Church would be Headlesse , like Dagon , in Popes Vacancie . Now , as the Body , with the Head doth die : The Pope once dead , the Flocke must liuelesse lie . Which is not so in Christ , who though once dead ; Yet then did liue , as our spirituall head . See then ambitious vilely vicious Pope : The ruine of thy iarres , thy warres , thy hope . And yet this great Anteus of proud Rome , Doth stoutly from his fals newforce resume . With Wit argute , will quicke dispute , and spit , At Right , and Reason , and all Rules of it . Thus Rome ; Are Priests held Heads ? the Pope Priests Head ? May not then Popes the Heads of Heads be sed ? This shallow Reason reasonlesse and wrong , Proues not chiefe Power to Popes , for to belong . Can any Pastor be all Pastors chiefe ? ( But Christ alone ) to giue his Church reliefe ? On whom so great doth Romes great Head subsist ? What one head can so many heads assist ? O fond befooling of mens fantasie : To shape , to set vp such a prodigie . For , 't is aboue , beyond , 'gainst , deepe conceit , Of all mens heads to make one head so great . And it may be ( nor is this may be vaine ) This grosse-head doth much swelling sores containe . That part 's enorme doth not conforme to th' rest : And can the sound the sicke part well digest ? So when weake frames by rotten props are staid , These being crackt , the worke is wrackt , decaid . O worke vnworthy , worthy hatred still ! Than which there 's nought more crosse to Gods blest will. O Peters lawlesse heire , Christs counterfeit ! Full of Satanicke iugling , slie deceit . O hideous , heinous Monster , blinde , mishapen ; In Gods Church , as God , for God , oft mistaken . What helpe can this base helplesse Man of Sinne , Thy deadly foe ( O Christ ) to thee bring in ? What is a Waue to th' Sea ; to th' Wood , one Tree ? A Torch , to th' Sunne , Mans helpe , O God to thee ? He which would thus Christs loue and labour minish : Doth but a Worke of scoffe and laughter finish . This botching Bishop , Romish prodigall ; Makes either Toyes , or naught , or nought at all . And I much maruell , all the World throughout , Bring not their aide , to bring this worke about . A vselesse Key , on 's Head a treble Twist ; A formall Crooke , fatall , officious Fist : These are Romes high Priests most peculiar Signes ; To these rare Workes himselfe he most enclines . Alas , his Brow is Brasse , Marble his Minde ; Which , to Christs Body , thinkes this head 's not ioyn'd . For to this high-topt Towre of Babels throne , The Churches Guide , Gods Guard , are linkt in one . Great Lambe of God , enlightning seuen Lamps bright : What need hast thou of any new-found light ? O Christ , thy Kingdome of this world is not ; Satan , this Worlds great Soueraigntie hath got : Which , being so , this Romish Ghostly Father , May be the diu'ls , than Christs head , much the rather . Is Pluto prince , doth he a Vicar need ? Thou then , proud Pope , maist fitly him succeed . How oft ( O Rome ) hast thou thy Head expeld ? How many Heads , at once , hath thy chaire held ? How oft with broiles hath thy false Church beene rent ? By double , treble Heads most turbulent . Oft had thy Church , in Wombe , seditious Seed : Which Anti-Popes and Pseudo-Popes did breed . Oft hath Ambitions Horse his Rider cast : And broke his necke , riding to th' chaire too fast . And their Succession , whereof they so glory , Quite worne , quite torne , witnesse authentique Story . So many mightie Battailes haue beene bred , 'Bout Supreme Seate and Titles of chiefe-Head . Mad-brain'd Ambition , Titius enuious heart : Being cause of much deceit and deadly smart . The Prelates pompe , by too great growth decaid : And Pride and Plentie their owne graues haue made . Christ then , our great chiefe Pastor , holds both these : Contention theirs , ●eares not Christs Coate of Peace . Heere Concord hath h●r Temples fixed station ; One Heart , one Faith , one Path , and one Saluation . O! What a Head did then Christs Temple guide ? When a faire Popesse did i' th' Chaire reside ? When falsely termed Iohn , indeed , Pope Ioane , By her foule Birth , true Whore of Rome was knowne ? Shee was indeed Romes Bishoppesse , not Head : And , of her Plocke , the Taile , the shame , and dread . Thus Romes●are ●are Prelates were not Fathers , all : This one , w● may their Ghostly M●ther call . O ominous portent , ô horrid Signe ! Surely , that day vncloudy did not shine . What ? could a Woman , Where , the Chaire inherit ? * Androginus might it more iustly merit . But ( first it may be ) She a Man was knowne But chang'd her Sex , and was a Woman growne : For , thus writ * Cope , scarce copious in capacity , Whose wit herein , sauour'd of much Fooleacity . This , this was that Ecliptick Line , once gliding , Betweene Romes Skie , and Popish Zodiacke biding . But yet a Whore ( the Salick Law well held ) Should from the Chaire , at least , haue bin expell'd . I know , Rome holds this fact , a faigned Lye : Though faithfull Authors doe it iustifie . But , now , that neuer Foemale Popes may raigne , Their Manhood , first , by fruitfull Signes is plaine . But tell me this , Ghostly Gargantua ; Is Christ thy Head ? He is ( no doubt ) thou 'lt say : Sufficeth th●●e , this Head ? Yes : Well , why then , As well as thee , not Mee , and other Men ? If any rouing Reason fauours Thee , Or fits thy Foe ; why may 't not stand for mee ? Silenus and his drunken Droues heere stagger : This cunning Crafts-man must with Reason swagger . Wherefore , hence-forth this triple-crowned Deity , Shall ere , be held a Pseudo-Popish Monarchy . The Capitall great Logger-head of all ; Trascendent Head , huge , right Pontificall ; Or els a Heape of Heads , a Chaos rude : Such Head , such heape , nor wit , nor writ , ere shew'd . The Rule that May-tide Lords of Mis-rule finde , Such Lord , such Lawes let be to Rome assign'd . If of Christs Body Popes bee Head ; by right , They may , as well , be Health , Heart , Life , Light , Sight . But if no other Basis can be laid : No other Head may heere on Earth be made . Well , pur-blind Bayard , one day thou shalt raigne : And headlesse , Dagon-like , thy Blinde maintaine . When all Sun-shunning Owles , one huge Head haue ; Thou shalt be then , the Worlds Block-head most braue . But , in all ancient Fathers , ne're was read , That of Christs Body any Priest was Head : Christ left his Church , true Treasure to enioy : What wealth did Christ to the Popes vse employ ? Three Creedes the pristine Fathers left behind : In none of them , Popes supreme power we find . Nor ere did they which did our Creedes indite , Of Apostolique Proto-Popes ought write . Surely , the Popes Prerogatiues most high , They neuer saw , or seene , sham'd to descry . Hee , then ; which hath bin Head , of 's Iay-like pride , Shall be made bare , the world shall him deride . Prize not , fond Foole , thy Torch aboue Sols light : Ther 's no such need of Popes Vicegerent might . What ere is Chiefe , is Head , Heads Riuals hate : One Head , cannot Another tolerate . This Fable then of Peters Power , thus failes ; Which , with Saint Peters Chaire , are old-Wines , tales . OF THE AVTHORITY OF THE POPE OF ROME . THE SECOND SATYRE . The ARGVMENT . Heauen is hemm'd in ; Seaes Waues haue Walls , a Bound ; But , the Popes Power hath no Enclosure found . OF all the World Romes Pope is President : Hee rules the Reines of rouing Regiment . All Power to Popes ( witnesse a Pope ) is giuen ; Of right , of wrong , on Earth , in Hell , in Heauen . Hee giues , hee takes , makes rich , makes poore , high , low : Makes vowes , breaks vowes , makes bloody battailes grow . Hee 's Frantick , frets , Mars-like molesteth all : With two two-edged Swords , doth fight and brawle . Yet , this prodigious Priest does all by Law : All well , for why ? he Errour neuer saw . Hee 'le topsie-turuie quite ; And yet can ne're doe ought but iust and right . And this high-Priest may , with due Worthinesse , Call the whole world his proper Diocesse . * Ouid hath this Dogmatically showne ; The World , and Romes large Reach are both but one . Hee 's out of Natures Fold , Hee 's Hee-Alone : Colleague or Legall-Rites , the Pope knowes none . Hee , Hee 's the Worlds Prince , Prelate , high ' boue all : Rapt vp i th' Clouds , of Starres the principall . This Priestly Turret , Apostolique Head , Can ( vnder Christ ) by none be equalled . Thus Romes proud Chaire or takes , or makes Elated : With such strange pride Romes Titan is sufflated . Pleasing things , pious ; impious must bee , What ere displease ; this is the Popes Decree . His Thunder , Earth ; His Furies fright euen Hell : Except what-ere he doth , you deeme done well . His Lawlesse Kings vnder his Lawes to thrall , Is his Great , greater , greatest worke of all . This large Law - Giuer , Guider , Rights Vmpire ; But what is iust , can nought affect , desire . If Land to Sea he ioyne , and Sea to Land : What Ca●aphas cals Right , for right must stand . He builds , vnbuilds , plaies fast and loose with Law : And who complaines , he soone restraines with Awe . Lo , to the World the Pope ( VVorlds Sol , most bright ) Is come ; yet nien loue Darknesse more than Light. Surely , not hee , to Peters pompe which hies , Creates a Pope ; but which Popes Deifies . Hee 's th' only Man , which nobly , notably , Himselfe before All Men can magnifie . Hee may be said , and with the finger showne , Conspicuous Christ , Visible God alone . Hee hath , and must haue , wealth , far more than Kings : For why ? Romes Chaire must want no needfull things . Hee must haue Kings their Scepters to lay downe ; And from his Feete to fetch their regall Crowne . And reason good , to Miters , Crownes should creepe : The Miter , not the Crowne , makes Priests for Sheepe . He hath those firme Foundations of Romes See : Which Peter held , and by God settled bee . Hee of all Kingdomes hath the supreme Grace : And hee ( O Christ ) holds , heere , thy stead and Place . Hee must not onely bee , of Councels , Head ; But he alone would bee in Councels stead . Hee can of Scriptures raine downe showers thicke : That at his words Heretikes perish quicke . 'T is no great fault if he false Latine speake . And with * Fiatur , Priscians head doe breake . Hee which dares say , this Lawier's not best able To cleere all doubts ; must be held execrable . Though hee ( most blockish ) faile i th' Premises , Yet iustly he concludes all businesses . If he the right-hand call the left ; Night , Day ; Thou must not dare his Holinesse gaine-say : This is that great Ring-leader to the Rest ; Whose Steps to tread , his Bishops must be prest . Thy guilt , is grieuous , grosse , abominable , If what he doth , thou deeme not warrantable . Hee can , as eas'ly , from his thundring Throne , Spoile Hereticks , as Nut-shells with a Stone : Harke , Heretike , which scorn'st Romes Sacrifices : Burne , Heretike , which stop'st Popes Enterprises . Hee scornes a Iudge to plead in his Defence : Hee 's Holier , Higher , than the highst offence . All must to him be bare , and bend the knee ; But he to none , of ne're so high degreee . Since hee hath power All to proscribe , indite : Spare the Popes Crimes ; you which of Times doe write . To th' Buyer nought's more deare , more deere Reliefe : Than His in Wax , in Lead , i th' Bull and Briefe . Fit Fellows for him , are th' Arch-Angels bright : Namely , good Michael , soueraigne Gabriels might . His onely Lust is Law most iust and pure ; All right made gainst him , hee 'l by right abiure . Without , aboue , cleane contrary to Right : His Canons hold , all things are in his might . Others may plead , Hee Lawes prescribes , alone ; Euen hee which hath the prime Pontifick Throne . Within a Shell thou maist the Sea containe : As soone as Popes rights within Bounds restraine . If ( as a wild-Beast ) Hee the Hunter feare : Hee can most nimbly skip and scape his Speare . Power , makes his passage , Lawes brasse barres he breakes . And who is he that 'gainst Popes pleasure speakes ? Hear'st thou , * Salmonean Tarpey's thunder crack ? Bee still , quicke doe Romes Will , or feare thy wracke . Doth weake wrath slow from Encelade alone ? Are Leaden Bulls as flying Gulls now knowne ? Diuels Dish , Wraths Child , Hells fuell , thou art straight , If thou once dare the Pope to irritate . This halfe-God-Priest , Corporeall Deity : Steward , Sub-Iustice of Iehouah high : Earth's Mitred Atlas , passing mans condition ; Indocible in Limits of his Dition . Symbolick-Christ , Bar-Iona's Sonne notorious ; Christs God head hath ; with Peters pompe is glorious . Nay more ; this Lesse-Christ , more than Christ will haue ; Than Petty-Peter's farre more braue . Christ hid himselfe , when Men , Him King would make : The Pope by fraud and force doth Kingdomes take . Christ , on a Colt , rode ; but Vice-Christ must bee On great-Mens shoulders borne , that All may see . The * Prince o th' World , Worlds pompe , shew'd thee ( O Christ ) Which thou didst shun ; So doth not Anti-Christ . O Christ , thy Kingdome of this World is not : But thy House-holder holds this World , his Lot. Christ giues Gifts , gratis ; gratis , so , giues Hee : But 't is to Gratefull , greater gifts to see . Christ , Harlots gifts i th' Temple would not haue : The Pope with such , fils vp his Bags most braue . Christ purg'd his Temple of all things , there sold : The Pope , i th' Temple , buyes and sells for Gold. And who now doubts , ( but the whole world per●hance ) That Christ did this great Chapman thus aduance ? This Slaue of Slaues , glistring in Gold most bright ; With 's thick , quick Lightnings , doth Gods Flocke affright ; This Priests Goliah ; Nubuchadnezzers Fulmineous Flame , his shiu'ring Sheepe much feares . Christ , sure , hi● Sheepe with such Hornes did not arme ; But made them ●ilde , ●o beare ; not Strong , to harme . Say ; Is the Pope a Prince of Peace ? nay rather , Hee is Warres-Worker , mouer , onely Father . Worlds Floods Hee Muds , in Muddy Waters , best , Romes wilie Weeles catch Fish ; too manifest . Thus , this Great Bishop Kingdomes doth annoy : Thus supreme Rule he holds fast , doth enioy . Holds , and ●nioyes ( I say ) but All thus got ; This Priestly Meteor holds by theeuish Lot. Kings he depose●h , Kingdomes doth dispose ; And on all Monarchs doth his Yoke impose . Satan being Guide in Martiall pride , These same , With Victors voice , his Vassals , he doth name . For , the Popes parlour keepes a Key in store ; Which , vnto Kings Thrones lockes , vnlockes the doore . To th' Laitie , Lawes 'gainst their King he giues ; And from their King , his Clergie lawlesse liues : For , they are Subiects , not by Law , but Lust ; And onely as their Reason holds it iust . If he o're Kings Dictator cannot be ; The Plebeans Tribune , soone you shall him see . For 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 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 sense , the Starres : And no Eclipse thy shining Iubar barres . All the trim treasures of Celestiall skill , The sacred Cabinet of thy brest fill . The gates of hell against thee haue no might : Faith doth for Thee , at sword and buckler fight . Yea thou Christs very thoughts dost throughly know ; And in thy mouth Gods Sp●rit springs to and fro . Why should not then the Worlds loud exclamation , Sound out to thee Hosanna their Saluation ? Th' art righteousnesse , and Peace's Prince of fame : Melchisedech , King Salem , chang'd in name . Since gracelesse Rome , with her vngrounded faith , Other blest names of Christ to thee giuen hath : Christ is the first , thou the Worlds second light : So , golden - Glosses , t 'vs grosse-Asses write . In Christ , her Pheere , the Church , his Deere , is blest : And thou ( Vice-Christ ) her Brooker keepst her best . Christ is that Royall-Head which quickens all : And thou must be that Head , Subalternall . The world which Christ protects , is thine owne charge : Let others take his part , thine 's the world large . Christ and Thou but one Consistorie haue : Thus vnder him thy rule may realmes be-slaue . Thou , Cherubins and Seraphins mak'st tremble : Yea Deuils to doe thy will thou'lt soone assemble . Mountaines , to Mole-hils melt ; vailes cleaue in sunder : Seas , are drawne dry , if with thy Voice Thou thunder . The firey Charret of Elias , straight ; Shall whurrey thee through Clouds , to Heau'n Gate . In spight of Swords and Shields ( great King of Kings ) Earth's Thrones to thy Throne , couple with strong strings . Thy Royalties with Christs so close agree : That ( as thou iugglest ) we no difference see : Yet ( to be plaine ) great difference is in th' one : But being alike , your Powers the like are knowne . Thou , mai'st infringe ; Christ must the Law fulfill : Laws Debt●r Hee , Thou Dispensator still . What need we Words , when Deeds more plainely speake ? That at thy pleasure , thou Gods Laws canst breake . By Power of Pope-ship , and the Holy Chaire , Thou All canst marre ; All things , as iust , dost dare . If ought remaine , to heate it I am prest : That so thy Clients tired eares may rest . Hence-forth I le thee a Fisher of Men make : Ergo , the Pope in 's net may Kingdomes take . All things are iudg'd by the Spirituall man : Ergo , the Pope doth all well iudge and scan . All things are iudg'd by the Spirituall man : Ergo , iudge Popes , pneumaticke-Lords , none can . Heere are two Swords : Ergo , they both are Thine : And euery Kingdome shall to thee incline . Perish shall euery Land not seruing Thee : Ergo , all must Popes Tributares bee . Perish shall euery Land not seruing thee : Ergo , to th' Pope , all Lands must vassals bee . Vnder his feet are all things put : Ergo , All power , this Hyperbolike Pope's below . No man can serue two Masters : Ergo , All Must serue the Pope , and from their Princes ●●ll . No Seruant is aboue his Master knowne : Ergo , to blame the Pope , t is fit for none . Slaues than their Lords , Cynthia than Sol is lesse : Ergo , ought Kings to Popes their necks depresse . Many such Lies ( Arch-Sophister ) thy Wit Relates ; and wrests Gods holy Word to it . And were not Thine concordant to the same , 'T were none of Thine , none of it from thee came . Thy Witnesse call'd , Thou l't tortures adde thereto : Their right to wrong , their contrary to doe . Thus Thou a Doctors Charge , Christs Office , thus , Thou vnder-go'st , and smack'st Gods deepe sense , thus . Distastefull is thy Taste , th' art Woodden Wise : Whil'st thou dost broach thy braines fond fantasies . Thou ( Chimicall Expounder ) Protean Senses Giu'st to Gods Word ; with an old Foxe pretences . Yet , no Sence Wrested , Thou the Text dost follow : For thou art Scriptures Phoebu● , wise Apollo . Art thou the Bibles Hermes Touch-stone pure ? Hee that denies it , does most wisely , sure . OF THE DAMNABLE DOCTRINE IN THE DECEIVEABLE SYNAGOGVE OF SATAN , AT ROME . THE FOVRTH SATYRE . The ARGVMENT . Coyned , re-coyned Faith , at Rome , oft hatches A great Encrease , botcht vp with many patches . WIth what thicke mists ( oh Antichrist prophane ) What , Stygian Chaos , seekst thou Truth to staine ? Of Liuing Streames , poys'ning the sound , sweet drafts , Digging vp Muddy-Pooles of Lyes and Crafts . On paine of Heau'ns fierce furie charging All , Wrong-wrested Texts to hold Authenticall : Thou scorn'st the Hebrew Conduit-Heads , As though , From thy Sluce , Slowe , farre fairer Floods did flow . With Orthodox , Apocryphall false Writs ; VVith Doubtlesse Truth , Fryers Forgeries Rome fits . Grammaticke , Mystick , Morall , Sphynx-like senses , Gods Booke must haue , to saue the Popes pretences . But , since such various Sense , Gods Booke containes : I wonder how least Sence in It remaines . Thus Antichrist , Christs Word , most heau'nly Treasure Doth explicate , and applicate at 's pleasure . O proud prompt Tyrant of Non-sense or Sense : Bold Bibliocide , Autographs oft offence : Great Talmudists , Rare Popish Alchymist : Whose becke , whose bleat , thy Sheepe lead as thou list . O how Romes learned Land-markes on her Glosses , The Popes great pleasure or confirmes or crosses . Christs Scriptures , you , with Drosse for Doctrine varnish : That they , thus wrong'd , your Latian-God may garnish . For , this Metropolite of Sophisters , Hath of Religion Asse-like Enginers . And Readers Iester iustly ( sure ) is Hee , Whiles thus for profit hee 'le God 's Prophet bee . Faiths Farmer , Framer , formes opinions new : And would , with His Faiths-Bond , bind Christians true . Foule fac't : the Worlds Apostate-Generall , T'himselfe assumes Faiths holy Tenents all . VVhen once his Annuall pompous Fasts begin , VVho-'ere eats Flesh , commits a deadly sinne . Fish they may eate , but to eate Flesh 't is hated : Because the Earth , not Sea , was execrated . Great ghostly Grand-Sire , Coryphe of Doctors , Peoples Omega , Alpha of Hels Proctors : Since thou dost thus such Diuelish doctrines broach , Is 't like , Christs Flock ( Thou Guide ) can Heau'n approch ? Since thou'lt officiate Satans part so well : Th' art Commissarie , not of Heau'n , but Hell. Scriptures , Thou cal'st the Booke of Heretickes : And these ( Mans ioy ) thou burn'st like Brands or Stickes . And though in other Bookes be thousand Lyes : Onely the Bible as Delinquent Fries . In vttrance strange Thy holy things are showne : Which Ignorants conceiue like stupid Stone . Hee which to men reades Scriptures fruitfully , Casts Bread to Dogs , to Hogs doth pearles apply . Raw stomacks may their holyest things digest ; Their Picture-Pastures famisht Soules fill best . A Players posture shewes Faiths Mysterie : And Folkes in Flocks , caru'd Saints doe rectifie . Thus Bethel's made Bethauen : th' Arke exilde , Thus Molechs raigne Gods Temple hath defilde . What talke I of their Glosses of dull Wit ? While their dull Bishop iests with sacred Writ . Of Gods blest Word , th' abused Maiesty , Shewes in Romes rout that ther 's no piety . Th' order of pristine Priests was once of Gold : Now't's Wooden , Why ? Wooden Popes Popedomes hold , Keepers had need be kept ; Teachers be taught : Curates of Cures , be cur'd , lest all be naught . Illit'rate Lubbe●s base are dignifi'de : To th' sacred Chaire comes nought but climbing pride . Priests cloddy , cloudy ignorance , poore skill , With most Cymmerian darknesse Temples fill . With Babish toyes of Christ they Pulpits staine : With impious Errours they chaste Faith prophaine . Most drossy Darnell , poysonous Pills they giue , And Salues apply , which Health from Sicknes driue . If Strumpet Rome had not a brazen Brow ▪ She could not but my Words for truth auow . If shee deny ( as that shee hath and will ) It shall her brand with prostituted Ill. But now le ts see what rotten Rags remaine , What vpstart Tricks , Romish Faith to sustaine . Do'st know great Purgatories wondrous fire ? This flame , cleares soules , Bags emptieth for hire . This purgeth Purses pregnant with pure gold : Romes strong gold-glister torrid zoane behold . This purgeth metals ( though most pure before ) And leaues to fooles , of wit and wealth small store . A Bug-Beare is this great Catharticke flame , Popes painted hell , Worlds Scarre-Crow fools to tame . How this fond Popes fond fire , fond fooles doth fright ? How foolish lightnings from 's false heau'ns shine bright ? Nothing but Sinons voice Fraud , Chimicke trickes , Is in this strange Purse-purifying Styx . He which can quickly kindle this quicke flame , Can if he list ( rare Craftesmen ) quench the same , Thou hast ( O Sacred Sir ) firme facultie , To damne , redeeme all soules that there doe frie : If thou canst saue , but wilt not th' art too iust ; But if thou wouldst , and canst not , who 'le thee trust ? Choose wheth'r of these , since either of these o'rethrow thee : A Lying-Priest , or Tyrant-fierce , they shew thee . Romes Pontificke , Pompificke Prelate , rather , Such fond Daedalean fantasies doth father . And Berengarius quaintly quips them well , For pot and pottage they the World excell . But I ( if lawfull 't is ) may terme them , true , Mercuries , Ioiners , Coiners , of faith new . Great reason i st that Purgatories fire Should burne most bright , and warme the Popes desire . For if this Money-fertile fire goe out , Popes chimneys would ( alas ) lie cold , I doubt . O Supreme Priest , Apostle generall : Great master of the Chaire dogmaticall : O let illiterate Me , be farther taught , The Babylonish Rites thy braines haue brought . Thy great Decr●e from heau'n all those keeps out , Which from Thy sheep-cote straggle , stray about . Thy slightest censure makes damn'd Atheists flie : Thee to displease brings death vndoubtedly . No scourge of Heretickes ere rag'd like Thee : Yet thou , worst Hereticke , they guiltie be . Since Personall Succession helpes thee not : Thy Faiths Succession , who regards a iot ? Yet , this I grant , as Darkenesse followes Light : Thou and thy sheepe-hooke , follow Peter right . Thou Caiaphas , 〈◊〉 Cephas , dost succeed : Simon ( not Peter ) Magus did thee breed . Annas and Caiphas held succession faire . But Christ and'● followers did not for it care . Issue of Men Faiths issue can't imply : Nor empty scabbards win a victorie . By hearing , not succeeding , Faith 's begot : A Holy life mak●s good-men , Orders , not . Ancletus , Cletus , Clemens , Linus , Pope , Which , who succeeds , to shew is past all hope . And to this day the tyranne Turke doth hold Foure Patriarke Seates , by foure Popes lost or sold. Thus he Vice-Christ doth Christ suc●eed , 't is right : For , Vice-Christs Presence breeds Christs Absence quite . That rauening Wolues should follow Pastors pure : Saint Paul foretold , and Gods Amen , proues sure . O disguisde Sire , Christs Vicar vizard fac't : Which here on earth , hells forces , courses , haste : Shew me more Wardroabes of thy Alcaron ; And nouell Tricks thy Treuet stands vpon . 'T is thy diuine decree , that Man , sins slaue , Can worke Gods Will , yea more then God doth craue : The Iust , thou sayst , doe it , but perfect men Doe more than Gods Law doth demand of them . But i st in me the Law of God to doe ? Why then by Bond ; did God me binde thereto ? The Law me kills , the Law me tramples-on : Can then Lifes acts by Dead be vndergon ? By power of mans Free-will and inbred-good : Thou dost despise , disgrace Christs blessed Blood. And lasting life t'election to make sure , Thou 'lt vse thy Mud , and not Christs Mould most pure . Christs blood shut-vp ; vaine Veniall-Sinnes thou 'lt finde ; Which to Deaths Doome , the soule of no man binde . But eu'n these sins which frō Christs bloud thou'dst free , Will cause thy soule Christs Kingdome ne're to see . Whilst by the Law thou lookest for Saluation ; Thou dost the Law by meere imagination . For how thou ●anst Gods firme Law vndergoe , Thine owne fast-law-bound Conscience best can show . Christs Bloud ( thou sayst ) for Sinne , not Paine , did pay : Yet ( thy Indulgence can take Both away . ) Sometime thou'lt Penanco haue , yet Sinne protected : Can Sinne be salu'd , yet Penance be expected ? O the Indulgent loue os Romes kinde Father ! To binde , loose , shew to Guilt , and Guiltie fauour . At once , he blowes , and sups , makes hot , and cold : Bindes , and vnbindes , vnbound things fast doth hold . What e're he pardons , he can punish to ; Make Guiltie , Guiltlesse , this and more he 'le doe . His Ramish-Romish Faith much Mirth may make : But whos 's weake Faith , true growth from it can take ? He which is dawbd with extreme V●ction , hath Full strength to struggle with spirituall scath . This blessed Balme Christs blessed seruants makes : He 's none of Christs , that Babels Balme forsakes . But Caluinists ( though Papists rage and raue ) To greaze their Boots , this oyle doe often saue . Calixtus , wisely , did foure Fasts ordaine : For , bodies , yeares ; foure quarters do● containe . Like the foure Humours and foure Elements : And as foure farthings for foure Egges , contents . As , Peter was a Fisher , fish to vse , Peters religious Popes doe chiefly choose . Repentance was no Sacrament of old : Penance is now a new-one vncontrould . Baptisme's a pledge of Faith to Christ conioyn'd : And by this Badge Romes Vice-Christ , his will finde . Heau'ns life Eternall , by externall lauing We get : and thence comes all mens hope of sauing . This Salt , this Oyle , these magicke Arts , ranke Spittle , Abuse thy people ( O Christ ) not a little . O damn'd deeds of Romes botching-Bishop base , Gods Law and pure Hand-writing to disgrace . Heretickes this Arch-Hereticke makes those , Which will not seuen sound Sacraments suppose . For , the seuen Card'nall Vices , Vertues , show : From the new cou'nant , iust seuen Signes to grow . i th' Eucharist , their Wine is poysnous , sure : For laymen may not that dire draught endure . These thirstie Guests sup , sip no moisture ; they ( Against their wils ) That cup , to passe them , pray . If Sacrilegiously they 'l halfe with-hold : With neither part to part , they may be bold . Masse-Priests tooke Bread and Wine ; Laicks , but Bread : If Bread serue these , with both , why are Priests fed ? The answer 's easie , Who eats Bread , has Wine : For needs must Flesh , within it Bloud conioyne . Well , if meere-Bread both Bread and Wine doth coope : Why ( besides Bread ) take Priests so sound a S●ope ? And if one-Element sufficient be : Change turnes : Giue Laicks Wine , take Bread to thee . Since Christ ( Cup , Bearer-like ) gaue vs his Blood : How is it by audacious Popes withstood ? Confession is ( thou sayst ) Sinnes Remedie : But thy flocke findes it Curing-Crueltie . Their soule being fed with Vineger and Gall : When pard'ned , to sinnes Penance 't is in thrall . Soule-Tyrannizing Pope , dire dregs , hard heart : O how vnkindely-kinde ( alas ) thou art ? No Laude , much Fraud in thy Confessions be . Which thy Newes-quaff●ing-Eares ( slie Clarke ) drink free . Surely the fond Confessors selfe , oft times , Both heares and cleares ( thee telling ) thy foule crimes . And canst thou then other folkes faults forgiue ? Thou canst thine owne , then , howsoere they liue . Thou canst indeed absolue Absoluers : Why ? Heau'ns kingdomes Key betweene thy lips doth lie : For something , all things , thou 'lt forgiue to All : Which for Romes ioyfull Iubiles doe call . Thou 'lt loose Omissiue and Commissiue sinne ; And could Christs Passion greater glory win ? Canoniz'd Saints are surely sau'd , thou 't say . Thy selfe vnsure , would'st certainly display . Dost thou know others , yet thy selfe much doubt ? Are thy eyes bright abroad ? At home put out ? Wouldst be beleeu'd , but not Thy-selfe beleeue ? Though wise to others , thou 'lt thy selfe deceiue . See here , the triple Crownes decree deuine : See Popes Petrean-faith , Saint Peters Shrine . Art thou not right Bezalels typed Temple ? Babel , Gods Arke may heare , with like example . Of this Browne-Bran ( for here 's not least fine Flower ) Dogmaticke dunghils , Popes to make haue power . What need I name , each worship-new , vaine Rite ? Whereby true worship is euen buried quite . Romes Mother-Church is big with foolerie : With faithlesse Faith and impious Pietie ; For the most part , Papisme is Paganisme : Fertile , yea ranke , in rotten new-found Schisme . O impious Idolizing Papists graue ! Is God your God ? who many Gods may haue ? Whiles you lie snorting , th' Enuious Man keeps watch : And Satan ( so ) you oft with scoffes doth catch . Vaine , silly Superstition songs doth mutter : And dayly Prayers by numbred Beads , doth vtter . But I shall shew in more conuenient place : The noyse and toyes of Romish Quires most base . Meane while , What does our Clergie-Master , see , How playes he Peters part ? How flockes Feeds he : Surely , this Care , who will , may take in hand : Himselfe i th' Church , treble-Head-Stone doth stand . And in this Sense , I say , and euer shall : The Pope's a Rocke , liuely Grammaticall . And I will wager now , with any one , That , than the Pope , Nothing 's more like a Stone . He 's hush in Words , but Swords he 'le brandish braue ; In Loue , Stone-heart : in Hate , Wraths part he 'le haue : He sends forth Threats , suspends milke - Teats ; and thus , Fauours Gods flock : thus is Religious . Paul ( sure ) that Patterne of a Pastor good , Nor Peter ( thus ) their dueties vnderstood . Doubtlesse , whilst he Kingdomes loose shackles shakes : His Kings , most blinde , to Warres and Iarres , he makes . While these his restlesse Cares , all rest deny , Iustly this loue sleight sacred Cares may fly . If thou reuise each annuall act and deed : None of them shew one Pope his flocks to feed . And this Vice-Christ , herein Christ imitates : With a few Loaues , thousands he satiates . Good Shepheards , more than Life , their Flocks doe prize : The Pope his Flockes , vnder all , vilifies . Ah ignorant , base , dull , blinde , vulgar Rout ! To whom the Lampe of Light and Truth 's put out . O how your day is darknesse , Guides , misguide : Hearts , rough ; Minde , tough ; Hope , vaine ; Faith foolified . Thousand Goth-like , Vandall-like villanies : Mongst thousands of Popes people Tyrannize . At Rome , huge bands of Vagrants vaine there be : Which breake Christs Sabbaths in loose company . Shepheards may keepe the Erymanthean Beare : As well as Popes Christs Flocks , deuoyd of care . He which i th' Church will haue nor , Blinde , nor Lame : In holy'st duties , he 's in Both the same . Implicite faith to hold , they hold most holy : And Ignorance , chiefe Pietie , not Folly. This is no holy Fatling , but leane , lanke : This is not Peoples power , but Poyson ranke . Thus in Soule-captiu'd flocks is Popes delight : Like the Cyclopean Troops bereft of sight . Whilst he by Images would people teach : Himselfe 's an Image , he 'le not to them preach : While his externall Temple's glorious gay : He suffers Gods true Temple to decay . And while he may wallow in worldly pelfe : Farewell poore Christ , He 's neerest to himselfe . Yea fare thou well , that thy Priest well may be : For if thou first doe well , then ( sure ) will he . Bread to be made of Stones ( with Stygian skill ) And men t'eate Stones in Statues , is his will. Cease Questionist t' enquire of faith sincere : Rome holds it fittest , faith confounded were . This high Priest of Romes sacred Rites , indeed , His feeble flockes with frothy milke doth feed . Impostour , Pastor , Doctor , Deceiuer great : Is there in thy Sheep-fold such holy meat ? Whiles thou dost thus soules feed , or rather starue : Giue Satan Them , the Rest to thee reserue . Since in Gods Church th' art rough Marpesias rocke : Why then should stupid I , trust such a stocke ? Should men thee trust , as thou thy selfe dost trust : Trust me , who trusts thee , is a mad man iust . People trust Priests , Priests Bishops trust , I hope ; Prelates trust Councels , Councels trust the Pope . Let all opinions t' ones opinion trust : Then , but one flocke , one faith needs be there must . Is This faiths golden Syntaxe firmely true ? Commend it first t' a Turke or faithlesse Iew. Now ( great Priests-Prelate ) by thy mitred pleasure : Declare mo Confectaries of thy Treasure . If thou , faiths Cacodocuments wilt shew me : A triple-fitted Crest I le wish vnto thee . Rome being drunke with sacred Saints deare blooe : Worshippeth Saints , with Rites , ne're vnderstood . Truely thou sayst , and we the Truth must trust : Thou then , when I speake true , beleeue me must . The Popes ( by rules of Romes Religion old ) Farre lesse , loue Saints , than Strumpets , base and bold . Vnder Christs name , many foule contraries To Christ , this cunning craftsman doth deuise . On Satans Boxes , he subscribes Christs name : With paliated Fraud ; Gods Flocke to shame . The people eate poyson , with paint surrounded . And venome drinke , with Antidotes compounded . Vice-Christ adores Christs name , not Deitie : Keeps lesse of Christs , than Peters , memorie . To Peter , Temples , Feasts , Fasts , makes , erects ; Peter to be Faiths Rocke , he most affects . Peter , aliue , would not be worshipt : Now , To 's Image ( as to God ) being dead , they bow , The Saints aliue , were clad in meane aray : Their pictures , Puppet-like , are wondrous gay . A Maide , is made , Mans Sauiouresse diuine : And She by right her Sonne can ought enioyne . Nor is Romes sect ( the Mother 's so ador'd ) With Christs , as Maries worshippers , so stor'd . Heau'ns kingdome , Christ did with his Mother share : Kept halfe himselfe , and halfe to her did spare . Gods Daughter by pure fruite of most pure birth , Excels the louely Lillies of the Earth . Fairer then Phiebus , than full Phoebe whiter : Cleerer than Starres , than braue Aurora brighter . Seas Starre , Suns Patronesse , Heau'ns golden-gate : Transparent Spring , Rose most intemerate ; Poore wretches Ioy , Anchor , Hauen , blest Blast , Hope ; And What Not ? Is Shee to th' plumbeous Pope . She , which to th' World brought forth the promis'd Seed ; Tooke from the World , almost what Eue did breed . The Pope , falne backe , to Heretikes old Toyes : Heresies fragments to re-boile , much ioyes . In golden Cups Hee deadly poyson quaffes : And in braue Bowles , to slay poore Soules , He laughes , Is Christ Med'atour ? Why then seek'st thou More ? Yes , Popelings thousands haue , thousands adore . O fond , besotted Papists , deafe , dull , blinde : Can one such madnes , 'mongst the Heathen find ? This Hellish Hangman Mart'ricide most fierce : Worshippeth many a Martyrs painted Herse . This Faiths Confounder , killing thy Lambes good : To Thee ( O Christ ) doth sacrifice thy Blood. A painted Lamb 's ador'd , deuour'd aliue : Thus , thus , doth Romes Religion rarely thriue . Him I will not Religious , Holy , stile , But Common Whore , or Couchant Wolfe most vile . Gods Church , with floods of blood , orewhelmed all : We may the Pope , Saints bloody Butcher call . This Field of blood , Acheldamae thus showne : Makes thee ( proud Priest ) a Dog-Wolfe , Bitch-Wolfe knowne ▪ How many Tesles doe detest with Scath ; Romes sacrilegious ebbing , flowing Faith ? Which Hee 'le , now firme , anon infringe , and bee A Synon sly , not Simon-Peter free . For to a Counsell , One , once call'd , secur'd ; The Guest was slaine , the Hoste , his Faith abiur'd , And whereas Priests Gods Flocks bright Star should be , The raging Dog-starre this Vice-Christ , we see . Christs feeble Flocke , the Popes Salue hurts , not heales : Hee with tart Tortures , not milde Med'cines deales . I surely thinke , that Turkes of All Popes times , Ne're wrought 'gainst Christ , so many bloody Crimes . O what a Man of Blood art Thou to th' Bride ? By whom Hir offspring Dye , in Fire are fryde . Popes furious frownes , make many vndergoe Deaths Dart , Warres Smart , Waues finall , fatall Woe . The Pope and Pluto ( witnes euery Lowne ) Thus differ , hee hath Hornes , Popes triple Crowne ; All els concurre . So well perform'd thou seest ; All Satans Workes , by this Plutonick Priest. A time will come , when Hee , Christs sacred Traine , And liuing Members dearely would re-gaine . And yet Saints slaughter will not Him suffice ; But ore Dead Corps dig'd vp , Hee 'l tyrannize . Nor rests his Fury with Dead bodies fed : But this fierce Fiend their Ghosts hath tortured . Rachel , Thy Church ( sweete Sauiour , craues thy aide : Lamenting sore , that Shee 's so childlesse made . Hir Saints wide Wounds from Rome receiu'd , she showes ; And how with Flames she shines , with Blo●d ore-flowes . Shee now doth Roses with much ruth bring out : Who , in sweete peace , once , made white Lillies sprout . In midst of Flames , than Flames themselues more bright ; Thy Martyrs were , all clad with fiery Light. Nor did her soile want raine , to spring and bud ; Too fertile 't was , ore flowne with showres of Blood. Popes Founders and Repayrers Diuels were ; With props of Blood , His Throne to build and reare . O Christ , whilest Thy Saints , after Death feard Death : They feared not in Life to lose their breath . In England , heere , a Queene being Papists pride : By fire how many holy Martyrs dyd'e ? Nor did Queene Marie , of meere Vulgars builde Those Godlesse Flames ; but burn'd fiue Bishops milde . Nay more ; a Child , from Mothers Wombe which brast ; VVas into th' Fire by Romish Fiends re-cast . Lo ; thus , with slaughtered Saints , Romes shambles shines ; No better brau'rie Romes renowne refines . Seruant of Seruant● , Fellow seruants slayes : And so himselfe a Seruant base betrayes . This Latian Dragon with Gods Saints makes warre : In Blood , his foule Face laues , than Warres worse farre . In one of these fierce Monsters shortest raigne ; Records report , an hundred thousand slaine . Nocent the third , ( I take in from the Nocent ) So many thousands in one Slaughter spent . O thou ( in truth ) Saints ruth , All red ( oft read ) VVith Blood of many Martyrs Martyred . Slaine corps doe con-corrupt my life ( alas ) That Hee Saints Homicide so long doth passe . And when ( O Christ ) thy Seruants slaine I see , Ore-flowing Flouds mine eyes I wish to bee . In that Parisian Shambles , knowne too well ; How many guiltlesse Lambes in one weeke fell ? VVhilst Paris , then more blood did drinke , than Wine : That Towne , that time , a Tempest was Sanguine . Forewarn'd , learne wisedome , doe not Christ despise : VVhom , soone , Romes Shambles brings to Butcheries . Alas , Hee 's not Sheeps Peeder , but Confounder : Black-cankered Conscience , Ouicide , Sheepe-wounder . Hee which growes great by sacred Saints perdition : Hastens to Hell with guilty Expedition . Thine , plagues ( O Christ ) by Sufferance , subiugate : For , what they cannot shun , they tolerate . To these , Lifes want is Life ; their Death , no Death : Conquest , their Crosse ; to liue , to lose their breath . Goodnes , their Gold ; the World , their Pot , Griefe , Flame : Their Flesh , the Reed ; their Hammer , God ; to frame . Blood founded first Christs Church ; by blood , it grew : Blood showres , It cheeres ; by Blood t is of red hiew . With Blood , Vice-Christ , Christs Foldes doth filthifie : See , Men of God ; See , Popish Piety . Of Romes false doctrines , many Scraps remaine : Which my close Hedge is too close to containe . Index Expurgatorius , Bookes great Bane : A Worke , well knowne , dishonest , crafty , vaine : Robs , or rubs out much antique learned Treasure ; Pils or pals out much , at the Popes dis-Pleasure . His Censure suffocates Mens Births , ( their Bookes ) Takes out plaine Truths , puts in vile spurious Crookes . O horrid , hatefull , Slaught'r-House , foule , nefarious : To Godly Bookes , a plague , a torture various . The Fathers Strayes , not Sonnes ( then ) Papists Name ; Though Fathers theirs , All theirs , still theirs they claime . Their Postils , Packets are of Trumperies ; Hee which in them can find no Wit , is wise . 'T is plaine , All Papists are Traditionists : Who terme and trouble vs for Scripturists . Which be , or what , or how many Traditions ; Or where they are , scapes ( yet ) Romes Inquisitions : Yet These must be obseru'd religiously , And be embrac'd with Scriptures dignity . What-e're hath part of neither Word nor Writ : With Word , and Writ , in equall State must sit . Thus Clementines , and Asinines poore packs ; ( Wherewith the Pope his Library well thwacks ) And God knowes what trim toyes , and Decretals , Must be Gods sacred Scriptures Corriuals . Thus that blest Booke must haue no blessed vse : More Wealth , more worke from others , Popes produce . Reliques , more than Religion , they respect : And more than Churches , Chimnies they affect . His Dei's made of Waxe mo●● pure , Hee makes the Worlds great Wens and Sores to cure . And hee which will not blest Saluation misse : Must straitway striue the Popes blest Foote to kisse . Water with Wine ( after Romes custome ) mixt ; Assures poore Soules to be with Christ fast fixt . The Thorney Crowne ( O Christ ) which wrought thy woe : A Golden Crowne , on a bald-pate , doth show . A Cocke , on Pinnacles of Temples plac't , Warnes All with Peter to Repentance haste . Waxe-Tapers , burnt , to grace the Noone-daies light : The Gentiles promis'd-Light , declare , most right . But ( sure ) those Lights , doe plainely intimate ; The Popes Soules-darknesse , and his friends retraite . It also shewes , that Papists hate Day-light , And , most like Owles , see best in darkest Night . Much Faith boiles in his braine ; his Heart holds none : And whilst he brags of Good , his Work 's not showne . A Pater Noster said , puts sinnes away : If thou it say , resay thrice , oft a day . These taste to me , as Gall to Christ did taste : What-ere I read , taste , trust , proue ; All proues waste . What vertue by Christ crucified growes , The Mimick-Masse , Popes Cleopatra showes : Faire Phillis , Philomel , Calliope : Venus , Melissa , and Melpomene : This Romes Religion her Palladium hath , This the Idea of the Romish Faith. Heere Babels Bawde ruffles in silke and gold : In shining Syndon sheltring thefts most bold . And with cleane clothes hir damned Dens doth hide , That Shee of none a rauening Wolfe be spide . Her Face to grace , the Popes Spouse spares no charge : For Satans Maske , Shee needs not pay so large . Vnto All sicke , All sound , at all times ( sure ) The Masse a Medcine comes , them all to cure . If thou thy Swine sicke of the Measels see , A soueraigne Salue the Masse will make to thee . A Veniall or a Mortall Sinne to cleere , The Masse , Gods Might , a present Helpe drawes neere . Who heares a Masse , shall not by day waxe old : If the Masse-monger be well paide with Gold. For , the Heau'ns Poles ( the Masse neere tyr'd ) stand still : And lazie Lachesis , leaues Wheele and Quill . For quicke and dead , there , prayr's and off'rings bee : The Masse , ( Messias ) is an Ape of Thee . Nay more , the Priest ( strange wonder ) dawb'd with Oyle : By 's Hoste , can Christ to 's Father reconcile . i th' Eucharist ( O Christ ) God giues vs Thee : Canst thou againe by Priests to God giu'n be ? Thou art ( O Christ ) our Priest and Sacrifice : What power , so like , in vnlike Masse-Priests lyes ? O Pandects of impure Impiety ! Which th' impious Masse doth seldome let passe by If once a man to Masse admitted bee : Goodnesse and Faith omitted he shall see . A Puppet-playing Priest , makes ( O foule crime ! ) Christs Passe-ouer , Sport , to passe-ouer time . They , sure , which did Masse-matters institute ; Than Christ , Paul , Peter , were farre more acute . The Priest saies Masse , the idiot people mutter : While old-wiues , petty , pretty pray'rs doe vtter . A strange Tongue talkes , but sense none thence can picke : Thus Fickle Fooles , Brittle-glasse ▪ Bottles licke . Let him on th' idle Stage see playes and Sights ; Which would goe see , heare , loue , and know Masse Rites . Hee which conceiues not , heares not : Euen so Hee , Heares , sees in vaine , which voide of sense , doth see . Not Sentences , but Sense enlights the minde : Consent is gone , if Sense we doe not finde . O how the Munc-key in his Surplis white ; The merry-Masse , and Massing-Priest , playes right . With hearty laughes , my heart in me would chatter ; When I but read the Masses merry-matter . Musick so much , sweet Songs , shrill singing out ; Romes sacred Syrens doe so chaunt about . These cunning tricks , Kings facinate ; and All Quaffe her adulterous Nectar sp'rituall . Christs Ransome , thus , and our Redemptions pay , Shee sells , and sits , for gaine in Harlots way . If then by Christs blood thou thy soule wouldst saue ; The Pope , ( Soules Hope ) Masse , as Messias , craue . If thou the Worlds Sin-purger faine wouldst buy ; I' th' Masse for Money hee s sold easily . For a small price , the Masse makes Thine ( cock-sure ) Christs Merits , which Hee dearely did procure . Caiaphas doted , when hee paid so deere , T' haue Christ betray'd , Hee 's bought far cheaper heere . O formidable God , Heau'ns high Commander : Seest thou , yet suffrest this nefarious slander : The sacred Cou'nant , Iustice , Rites , blest Hope : So oft abusde , misusde , by Romes proud Pope . O can thy boundlesse Longanimitie , To iudge this monstrous Masse , yet still passe-by ? O can thy endlesse Mercy tolerate , The Masse , Messias Rights , to arrogate ? Though God be slow , he 's sure , to punish Pride : And who his sharpe seuere wrath can abide ? To strike more sure ; his Sword he lifts vp long : His Leaden-Heeles , bring Hands of steele most strong . O Deuils deuice , accursed feasting place : Damned masse of the Masse , sinnes bundle base ! O Pope prophane : which with such monsters vilde : So idle Idols , hast Gods House defilde . Art thou Gods Parson proud , Faiths Lampe most light ? Curate of all Gods Cures , his Arch-Leuit●e ? Thee , Faiths desiler , Christs , his Churches Foe , My obligated Verse , to th' world shall show . Whilst life doth last , the Whet-stone of my Rhimes : My Verses Venome , shall be Romes foule Crimes . And while my Pen may play the Satyres part , Rome shall be stript and whipt , and soundly smart , OF THAT BLASPHEMOVS FALSE-FICTION OF MERIT , AND OF WORKS OF SVPEREROGATION , to the Derogation of Christs honour . THE FIFTH SATYRE . The ARGVMENT . On Romes Bawds brow is branded Blasphemie ; Whose Marke , marke here , in this grosse Heresie . WHo ( Pseudo . Prophet , of false Prophets ) can Thy thundring Blasphemies discusse or scan ? Christ merited ( Thou 'lt say ) that thou mightst merit : And Merits dipt in his Bloud dost inherit . With Merits mingling Christ , dost Monsters make : Which from Workes-wages , and Faith , fashion take . Strange iugling Trickes of Merits , thou dost plot : And mak'st Christs-selfe to merit God knowes what ▪ By Merits , thou ( for so the Bargaine 's made , Twixt God and Thee ) hast for Gods Kingdome paid . Saluations Sterne , and Foredecke , Merits are : Thy Faith 's in Christ , for Faiths Deseruing-share . Sole Faith is no Faith ; is a Carkasse dead , Nothing almost , rude lumpe , a fant'sie fled . With Merits , Grace-Mediatrixe saues ( thou sayst ) But vaine is Hope on God alone that 's plac't . Faith fixt on God , confusde , retires , retorts ; But fixt on Thee , Thy goodnesse , It supports . Faith Physicke is ; trust in Physicion's fraile : And , without thine owne worke , Both these will faile . Thy pray'r , is , Lord , for Merits , Mercie show : And thy desires desired as debts that grow . Boldly thou 'dst breake-ope heau'n Gates by Merit : And make thy selfe and thine , Gods Throne inherit . As Ixion did his Cloud , thou'lt this imbrace : As thy chiefe Light , Delight , and heauenly Grace . Merits superfluous scums and scraps thou'lt sell : ( Apothecarie kinde ) to All not well . Who ere wants Merits , thou canst fill him full : And out of Trunks and Treasuries , them pull . The Iust doe supererogate , thou 'lt say : And for himselfe and his , On , merit may . Such Iust are superarrogating Elues : And merit not for Others nor themselues . Stealing Saints Merits , thereby to get gold : Th' art Merits-Thiefe , Merits vnfruitfull mold . I wonder where this Chest of Merits stood : i th' dayes of our Isachian Patriarchs good . Did Rome keepe this trim Treasure of such worth ▪ That afterwards Romes Lord might bring it forth ? For , if Romes Ioue a golden gobbet haue : He 'le straight raine-downe a showre of Merits braue . Gods gifts are free , the Elect get grace vnbought : The Popes gifts are at most deare prices sought . i th' Scriptures , none , can Tubs of Merits finde : But , there ( we reade ) Grace gratis giues ( most kinde ) Vpon Christs bloud , God , our soules health did place : Canst thou then sell this Ransome ( Pedler base ) T is a deepe Whirlepoole of most impious bane : Which muds the stinking Laerna of thy braine . Christ ne're ( thou sayst ) t 'vs Righteousnesse imputes : Yet Rome , Saints-Righteousnesse , t 'vs attributes . Did free Saint Francis gran● what Christ did not ? Thy pate and partie Physicke might haue got . For ( sure ) all Saints ( that none might Merits lacke ) Their Merits hid , i th' corners of thy Sacke . At Rome also Merits Exchange doth stand : Whose golden Keyes , are at thy chiefe command . Porter whereof thou art , but in good time : Thou mayst be Butler , and so higher climbe . And as Seas waues all on a heape doe flow ; Nereus being ne're the lesse , when backe they goe : So thou alone dost all Saints Merits take : And , sell thou ne're so many , they ne're slake . T is in thy power to poure-out Merits treasure : For , all Store's trusted to the Stewards pleasure . Romes gracious streames from her full veines doe thrill ▪ That gratefull ones may gratis drinke their fill . Alas Christs troubled , Truth disgraced grace : What Goods , what gifts , giues Man , God to abase ? Hebrews and Greeks , no word for Merit haue : Both Couenants God in Greeke and Hebrew gaue . The Faithfull liue not by their Righteousnesse : Life and soules health the Iust by Faith possesse . Saints haue receiu'd , but Crownes did ne're bestow : And none to lend their Righteousnesse , I know . Who in himselfe perfection seekes ; i th' Gra●e , Seekes Life ; which , he may seeke , but ne're shall haue . He makes vp Merit , that he so may see , Christs Passion spoild , and God no God to be . Say Peter , when as Christ beheld thee weeping : What Merits helpt thee ? who had them in keeping ? Gods grace , is no grace , if not gratis giuen : Dost thou deserue it ? Grace is from thee driuen . By sinne , first Adam , Hell to vs did Merit : By second Adam , we may Heau'n inherit . But whose foule Seed can giue a faire conception ? If no mans can , can I wretch , all infection ? My faith 's most firme , that me poore wretch to saue : Himselfe God valent , and Christ volent gaue . Each , operist-Papist , scraps of workes doth add : And of 's owne purenesse is halfe-Botcher badd . In 's life time oft times he workes aid doth trust : But , dying , he all 's Workes away will thrust . O helpelesse Hope , on Merits to relie ! Who , trust such faithlesse faith , soone fall thereby . Such haplesse Hope , by hoping spoiles poore wretches : Whose care to keepe , by too much care bewitches . Sole Faith is Sole Cause , of Soules health assur'd : Christ sayes to th' sicke , beleeue , and thou art cur'd . When Christ our Lord with soules betrothings hath ; His Nuptials busie Bride-Maide is sole faith . The debtour , than the Creditour's more base : If workes make God our debtour , where 's his grace ? Can Workes worke-out my punishments remission ? To worke my Blisse , adde Merits least addition ? Can I by Merits my soules sore-eyes cure ? Are These the Sop● , sweet Wash-Bals , blots to pure ? Must heau'ns blest Haruest , workes base huskes require ? Must one-howers worke ; enioy Ioy infinite ? Must I with Merit-Oyle , enlight my feet ? Lest I with lightlesse lampe , the Bridegroome meet ? Whom , Christs Words , Wounds , laue , saue , and sanctifie : Can worthlesse Workes , those better beautifie ? Can Merits driue-backe Deaths darts deadly rage ? Is merit my soules wholesome soueraigne Sage ? Can Trash pay Treasure , Drugs and Drosse , pay gold ? Can mites , with mounts , minutes with myriads hold ? Can my deserts , Christs death , deserts , deserue ? Such proud opinions from true wisdome swerue . Since by Christs Bloud , 't is plaine , I gaine saluation : Heau'ns wrath , base merit , brings to consternation . I liue no● of my selfe ; if so , I die : God is my life , the life of God wish I. Whats'ere is try de i th' Furnace of Gods frowne : Is quickly , quite with furious flames , burnt downe . What if mans Workes to th' world seeme ne're so faire : If God be Iudge , all men most guiltie are . Who , Guiltie , does Gods will ? vnlesse he doe it , By God , first Facient ; He , poore patient , to it . All 's else a Shaddow , Christ the Substance pure : Christ is ( alone ) my Life , Saluation sure . Christs Price and Ransome , my Redemption payd : What then can man ( all payd ) to pay , be made ? Moyses , all liuers liues ith Bloud , did place : So in Christs Bloud shed , is my life , my grace . Vertue , is Vice ; if Grace , by Christ be none : And if we ought doe well , 't is Gods alone . Nor ( sure ) did God confect , but Gall infect , Those Eyes ; which on Christs Price haue ill aspect . O let Christs precious Bloud my blest Bath be : And not one drop of least desert in me . O , be 't my care , my selfe , a Wretch to view : And no desert ( but death ) to be my due . O me , me most vnworthy , heau'n to see : So conscious am I of desert in me . My eyes confirme , my inward-parts confesse : Of Merit , my sad soules great emptinesse . I feele defects , my life ore-laide with woe : And I poore wretch ( these gone ) doe nought else know . Gold , Iasper Stones , are foule , with Christs bloud plac't : Must not deserts dregs , ( then ) be more abac't . When I am wrencht and drencht in Christs deere blood : O let my Merits , be hells burning Wood. Say , I had liu'd well , yet my hope might faile me : But hauing liu'd ill , death will ( sure ) assaile me . Oh , from deaths danger who shall me wretch raise ▪ Herein ( sweet Sauiour ) Thine be all the praise . The hand-writing of Sinne Christ quite defac't , Which tane from Satan , on his Crosse he plac't . If Christ Gods onely Sonne , Lifes orient Sun ; For Me , a Seruant , dire death would not shun : Can I , a Slaue , Christs death , as my due claime ? And challenge Life , because Christ death did tame ? Bloud should flow from my deepe torne worne heart : And all my Marrow , should sad teares impart . I merit nought ; my selfe , by no meanes saue ; Christ , my Redeemers death , this , to me gaue : O may I die e're Christs Grace through me die : For , in me , of me , for me , nought haue I. O wash me , well i th' Well of thy good will : Lest , guiltie me , my guiltie deeds doe kill . O may my fil●hs of flesh , my life lewd , base . Deare Christ , be folded in thy kinde embrace . Satans dire Darts assault me ( Victor great ) Giue me sharpe shafts , that I may Satan beat . I am , i th' world , soyld , spoyld , ( O Iesu good ) Laue , saue my soule , i th' Brooke of thy blest blood . I burne with selfe-loue , ( O great Lord of Loue ) To burne with thy Loue , grant grace from aboue . As Lord , the Spirit ; as Tyrant , flesh I serue ; Oh tame the Tyrant flesh , my soule preserue . Lest Earth me take , lest Hell me terrifie : O hold me , heat me , with heau'ns Feruencie . Let Earths fraile Ioyes to Heau'●s firme Ioyes giue place : And sacred loue of good , Earths Mud quite chase . I hate all mine , and that I be not mine : I seeke thee , Christ ; and sue to be all thi●e . O let thy large , thy Seamlesse coate ( most faire ) Paliate my natiue filth , and leaue none bare . O Lambe of God , slaine from the worlds creation : Thy proper-Worke , be my Propitiation . With thy deare Saints ( O Sauiour Christ I craue ) Me , thy most Suppliant , submisse seruant , saue . The euill of guilt , and p●nishment I know : This , this indeed 's the Merit I can show . But th' euill of guilt and paine and hells fierce flame , Yea hells great Lord ; I know heau'ns Lord did tame . This is my constant faiths confession ; hence , I le not be forc'd by fraud or violence . He which ( O Christ ) trusts not thy sole sweet Merit . Shewes he 's not thine , and shall not thine inherit . Since all thy gracious gifts , me farre surpasse : Can my naught , nothing , merit ought ( alas . Who 's ' ere ( O Christ ) an hundreth Pence Thee owes : Vnto ten thousand Talents , My debt growes . Within Mee , Sinne : a Massie Mountaine hath : Sins Mountaine to remoue , Lord , strength my Faith. Least I ( O God by Deaths sting wounded be : Behold my Sauiours Wounds wide-ope , for mee . O Thou which Bottlest vp Thy Saints Teares , All : Let not , these of thy Seruant , fruitlesse fall . The Bane of Sinne , my Blood of Teares descries : And me , my sweet Redeemers thirst , euen fries , Free me , from Death , and from lifes guilt me cleare : And for my Spots , O let Christs Stripes appeare . If Christ for 's Seruant , vndue debts did pay : Let not the Seruant pay , what 's payd , I pray . O Iesus , which of heart , reines , Searcher art : To thee , I ( here ) sacrifice reines , and heart . I thee beseech , euen by thy bloody Sweat : Thy Teare● , Feares , Flouts ; whom Iewes vniustly beat ? Let all my hope , to thy sure Seale be fixt ; With none of my selfe-Meri● to be mixt . This is my serious , pious protestation : Confirm'd , from false dogmaticke alteration . Christ hath ingul●t me in his Sea of Loue. Bare , poore , impure , I 'm ( here ) a milke-white Doue . Here is my Hope , firme Faith , Pledge of saluation : This , this faire foun● , flowes to my restauration . If th' Ocean of Christs Bloud ; me , all keepe in : 'T will purely purge my Blots and Spots of sinne . Let this , th● , this , blest Lambe with 's holy hide : Cloath me , and let me , thine ( O Christ ) abide . Sweet Sauiour of the world , Iesus most kinde : Let me thy Mercies , in thy Merits finde . Gold , Incense , Myrrh , of Praise , I humbly bring ; As Lord , take Incense ; Man , Myrrh ; Gold , as King. What-ere is Thine , and thou to th' World mad'st free : All those , Thy Loue , makes proper vnto mee . With godlesse Goates , adiudge mee not to stand : But , with thy Sheepe , set me at Thy Right Hand . Whom Thou held'st deare , and deare for me didst pay ? Now , count not Vile , as willing my decay . For , without Thee ( O Christ ) I say , and shall : I , either Death deserue , or Nought at all . But , since , for vanquisht Me , thou' rt Victor-wise : My paine is Thine ; Thy Palme , is made my prize . My due - Deaths-draft ( O Christ ) Thou first drank'st vp : When , Thou for mee , didst say , Let passe this Cup. O let my Death , by thee , be Deaths decay : And in thy Loue , to leaue Life , no delay . Let Grace , be my lifes louely Morning-light : Then Glory , will beeth ' Euening-Starre most bright . By thy deare Death , and Life , let mee , Deaths due : Obtaine sure hold on Lifes Hire , most vndue . And let thy glorious Beames of Goodnesse shine Vpon this sparkling Faith , faint heart of mine . Yea , where all plenteous pleasures , from thy Torrent , And Loue-Flo●ds flow , from thy still-streaming Current : Let mee drink deepe , from that deepe Spring most cleere , And with Thy Blood My thirsty Heart re-cheere . Let Thy Death be my Hoste ; Thy Paines , my Pay ; Thy Crosse , my Crowne , Thy Sores , my Salues alway . Whilest Life doth last ( O Christ ) I 'le deadly hate , Thy Romish Riuall , I 'le repudiate . Thus , then , Mans Lies , Blasphemies arrogate , Merit by 's Workes ; from Christs Deeds derogate . Thus , to Mans Merits , Christ must now giue place : And to Romes Ruler render Throne and Grace . And , thus , Christs godly goodly Vicar , hath Gods Power disdain'd , prophan'd the Name of Faith. His Merits Meritoriously doe Merit , That he should Hell , but neuer Heau'n inherit . For Merits , Heau'n Hee 'l sell , the Church defile : And Christ to Belial Hee dates reconcile . O Rome , is this thy Zeale ? thy Church so faire ? Did Christ charge Peter thus for 's Flocke to care ? With such Tartarean termes ( Church-Scourger braue ) Dar'st Thou Gods Iustice , free - grace , whip , depraue ? If any sense in thy blunt Brest doth stay : Antichrists noted Notes , these be , thou 'lt say . But , I am hopelesse , by my Verse , to frame On th' Anuill of thy Heart , Sense of thy Shame . See , then , Romes Faith , Romes holy Church , now see : How like to Peters , Hee and his Faith bee . OF THAT LOVDE LYE , AND FOND FICTION OF TRANSVBSTANTIATION . THE SIXTH SATYRE . The ARGVMENT . When I receiue ( O Christ ) Thy Body blest ; The Signes , in Substance , still the same doe rest . ROmes Ten b●rn'd Beast strāge Errors belcheth vp , And Heretikes , Schismatikes feeds , breeds vp . More Heresies from Peters proud Chaire spring , Than all Church , Chappell Pewes could euer bring . Much I passe-o're , since ( els ) my Muse would be Too too prolixe ( kinde Reader ) vnto Thee . But yet , ther 's One , sprung from the seuen-fold Whore , Prodigious , horrid , fond , ne're found before , Amphibious Gorgon ; whereby Substance slips : This , this , my Tisiphonike Satyre whips . Heere , hath my Pen large Lists , aboundant stuffe : Heere , to tryumph my Rhyme hath roome enough . Heere , Waues waues ouerflow ; Depths inuocate Depths ; Heer 's a Meane to bee immoderate . This nointed , big - Brood , Accher●ntine Crue ; In 's Masse createth a creator new . Surely , t is more Christ , than a World , to make : Nor , ere , did God , to make God , vndertake . But Popish Chymicks make a thousand Gods : Priests ( then ) are greater gods than God , by odds . i th' Masse-Priests mouth , what so great vertues are , That Hee , with 's Mouth , his God can make , and marre ? Surely , hee hath some rare resistlesse power : Whereby hee makes and vnmakes God , each houre . Christs Flesh ( i th' Masse ) This Flesh-feeder eats vp : And this blood-bibbing Bishop , Blood doth sup . With Murther , stain'd is this Christ-killing Hoste : Whilst hee Gods Flesh with 's Fangs to teare doth boaste . Indeed , besides this Popish Caniball , Of Men , not God-deuourers , read wee shall . Grant , This grosse Errour , and grant thousands mo● : Which from this horrid Hydra , thick , would grow . Mee thinkes , I see Serpents on Gorgons pate , When this Gorgonish Act I meditate . This Christ-eater , with 's Cyclaps throat wide ope : With griping Clawes , with grinding Iames ( the Pope ) ● Lycaons filthie Feasts doth celebrate : And * Laestrigons curs'd Cates doth deuourate . For , Hee to 's holy Cheere inuites ( most kind ) Sharpe Teeth , good Stomack● , but no godly Minde ▪ Proud Iayes are they , not Eagles , which , thus , dare Forecast to come , to eate Christs dainty fare . Not Abra'am , Patriarchs , not blest Prophets all ; Who , yet enioy'd this Man●● Mysticall : * Could thus eate Christ , could thus haue sauing grace , For , God Mans-Flesh was , then found in no place . And , since by Christ , Grace , Life 's alike to me : Christ to receiue , to me like rule , let be . With mouth and teeth , I take not ( sure ) Soules meate : This , with my mind , heart , Faith , I take and eate . My Hearing eates , my Knowledge , Christ doth chew : And liuely Faith digests Him in me to . I taste Christ with Hearts Pallate , there , confinde , That Feast 's a Fact , not of the Mouth , but Minde . Christs Presence , is Faiths Charge , Christs reall being Is sure i th' Supper , to each firme Faiths Seeing . Yea , Christ to those that thus belieue , is slaine : Whose bles● Oblation , still doth Faith sustaine . Againe , each vnbaptized infant small , Once borne , and washt in the Fount Mysticall : Hee should with Christ haue no Community : If Corps must Corps , Flesh , Flesh , touch needfully . Herod did ( once ) but some young Infants smite : The Popes opinion damnes All Infants quite . Besides , Hee which belieues not , Christ may eate : And thus , to Dogs , Hogs , Mice , Christ may bee Meate . Yea , Iudas , thus , with Peter hath full share : Christs Body is to Both , like daintie fare . Can hee which is not Christs , vpon Christ feede ? Are God and Satan Partners well agreed ▪ Or can Christs Members in Christs Body rot , Which , bold-fac't Rome , to broach abroad , shames not ? O Mad Religion , strange Diuinity : Clergies faire Helon , Popes fond Fantasie ! Bread makes a God , as Mice may Ca●●ls make . Not so : The Popes opinion wee mistake . But Sure , ( although the Trid●●●-Councell wise , The same , to Christs Guests more than once denies ) The same meanes which in Baptisme Christ containes : The same i th' Supper also Christ retaines . This feeds , That breeds , by Christs Concorporation : I 'm Bred , and Fed , by the same Obligation . Symbolik● Signes we all in Baptisme see : Therefore the Signes i th' Supper vnchang'd bee . In Christ I liue , as I of Christ am made : What Grace conuerts , concernes mee , as is said . Vnion giues Life , Communion It sustaines : That was the Spirits , This still the Spirits remaines . But , truely , truely , ( for this truth 's most true , And Faith , to be Truths Daughter , ought most due ) What 's made of Bread o th' Virgin is not made : Nor was Christs Being , from a Bread-corne blade . Nor was the Promis'd Seed of Graines weake power , Nor Mary blest , a Mother of fiue Flower . Nor did the Roote of les● , beare ●ares of Corne : Nor was I●d's Li●● of Land-Acres borne . Nor Floods , on C●r●s Bi●th , the Dragon shed : Nor could a Wheat-Eare breake the Serpe●t● Headpunc ; Besides , I feele this bruis'd , assum'd , consum'd : Where was Christ● Body then may 't be presum'd : Absurdly , ●bsurd Fooles ▪ absurd things reach : And to th' Absurd , absurd opinions preach . Out Field is fil'd with troopes of Reasons good : Which Popish Parad●xe● make to skud . When Christ , Himselfe , the Bread of Life did name : Before , and after that , Christ was tho S●me . Christ is a Vine , the Ways the Life , who euer In Him gr●●bes , g●es , li●●s , f●des , wanders , die● neuer : Thus Christ saies of himselfe ; yet I suppose , Of Way , ●me , Life , no Transi●●●●tio● ro●e . Why then i th' Supper should a change be made ? 'Cause Christ of Bread , This is my Body , said . What if huge Heapes of Loaues were consecrated ? Must all to Flesh be forth-with Transmutated ? What if a Groomes Horse-Bread b● conse●red ? Will it straight into Flesh be altered ? What if the holy-Hoste be eate in Lent ? Will it be turn'd to Flesh incontinent ? At that time ( I thinke , rather ) t is Fish made : For , Flesh to eate , in Lens , Popes haue gaine said . How well Romes Pythagorean Foole doth act : Does things forbidden , forbids his owne Fact. T is Witty Folly , Fathers foolish Wit : To Stab his ●tatutes , his Births heart to split . This Popish Metamorphosis most vi●d ; Hath Natures Lawes puld downe , Gods Lawes defil'd . Faiths Nerues and ioynts it reaues and cleaues in sunder : And brings in Doctrines●ew ●ew , with hideous wonder . These working-Words , This i● my Body ; They , No Type , or mysticke meaning haue , doe say . Yet heer 's a Trope : for , heer 's a Transmutation : Thus they deny , euen their owne affirmation . Truth 's Force and Strength is great , most certainely : And makes Hi● Foes hir praise to testifie . Thus , oft-times Thieues , fatally faults confesse : Traitors owne mouthes their trecheries expresse . For Sacraments , the Papist placeth Toyes ; And , for a Trope , Tropicall Trickes employes . Deiects what Hee erects ; grants , what 's gain-said : Puls downe the House which his owne Hands haue made . Peruerse Conuersion doth peruert Sense sound : An impious Glosse doth Truths pure Gl●sse confound . For , forced by the words true force and scope : The Test'ment , cald a Cup , they say's a Trope : And why i st not a Trope , when Bread is nam'd Christs body ? is here other speech , forme from'd ▪ He 's non-plusd , now ; his fond opinion frights him : And Heresies owne hand , herear , euen smites him . Incredulous , quite faithlesse may I be , Y'ere I ( dull Papist ) fixe my Faith to thee . Many such false , fain'd Iliads , yet haue I : All which to whip , one day cannot supply . Not all of Christ , but whole Christ , each where stayes ; This , ancient Fathers faith affirmes , and sayes ; If , then , Christs flesh be not in eu'ry place ; Sure , 't is not flesh , i th' Masse , in any case . If , Bread it be , and must his Body be : Then , of his Body , 't is no Signe to me . The Body 's not the Type : the Type , It , shades : If things themselues be Types , the Type ( then ) fades . All other holy things , their Signes ne're change : That Signes change onely here ; Is it not strange ? Surely these pendent Seales assure , alone , That Promise which Gods Word had me fore-showne . And sacred Seales their Patents ne're oppose : Therefore , both Signe and Substance , Christ enclose . But by the Word our Mouthes must not Christ chew : This Supper ( then ) Words Seale , makes not this true . This Reason's Eagle-ey'd , in truth quicke-sighted : And what It sees , is quickly erudited , This Reason seemes with radient Sun-beames written : With so pure Light , the sight is . thereby , smitten . But now , here 's one , and one in stead of All : Which , thunder-throttles Romes faith mysticall . If , vnder , shew of Bread , Christs flesh be made : Are snares of death in this flesh closely laide ? Henrie the seuenth , Emp'rour of Germanie , By Poyson in a Masse ( foule fact ) did die . But , sure , Christs flesh , with Poyson , ne're , was mixt : True Life , not Death , is to Christs flesh affixt . T is strange , Christs flesh i th' Poyson did not die : When venome in that Murthering-Masse did lie . I wonder , when the Frier , i th' Fier , did throw The Host : whether Christs Flesh he did it know . Fond foole , thy learned lectures thee confound : And thine owne cords , haue thee in snares fast bound . What need I striue t' oppose , Thee with my Shield ? When thine owne Sword wounds Thee , wins Me the field . If consecrated-Bread so altera●e , That Masse-Priests may God to Christs flesh create : As many Lo●●es , so many Bodies be , As many Bit● , so many God● we see . And , when Christ ( first ) his Body made our meate : He did , himselfe , in forme and substance eate . For , what he to his twelue-Disciples gaue ; Himselfe ( I thinke ) did eate ; This , all Feasts craue . And ( sure ) that Vine whose Wine Christ then did drinke , Gaue plentie of our Sauiours Bloud ( I thinke ) And , euen so oft , as Bi●s , Christs Body , bee : So oft , his Soule from 's Body torne hath he . For ( I beleeue ) his Soule they cannot bake : Their foule-mouth'd-Masse , thereof no power can take . If Thou 'lt on points ( as Vowels Vassall ) stand ; And not permit true iudgement thee command : As Bread Christs Body is ( witnesse Gods Writ ) So is the Cup , his Bloud ; ( Truth prouing it . ) Any Cup , forg'd , by any , any Art ; To th' Testament in Christs bloud , doth conuert . Nor was ( O Christ ) blest Marie , more thy Mother , Than Goddesse-Masse would be to thee another . Nor were thy Bones ( O Christ ) broke on the Crosse : But Popelings Teeth bruise , breake them , short as Mosse . Nor could one Body , all Christs Guests suffice , To take least part thereof , their Soules chiefe price . And whilst heau'n , earth , ( at once ) this flesh containe : His flesh continuous , Christ cannot retaine . And , mouldie Bread ( we all know ) Wormes will breed ; Which , from Christs Flesh ( 't is plaine ) cannot proceed . And Wine kept long in Cups will ( sure ) waxe tart : But , thy sweet Bloud ( O Christ ) still cheeres my heart . And in thy hand , crucifi'd flesh , didst keepe : ( O Christ ) before thou crucifi'd , didst sleepe . Who e're doth striue these strifes to reconcile : Doth lose , abuse , his cost , and care , the while . Though the Popes triple Crowne thrice wreathed be : It cannot , from these Cobwebs , sweepe thee free . Why striue I then , Mad-Masses fantasies To rouze to Me , or set before Thine eyes ? Behold , I quickly come , ( saith Christ , and yet , He comes not downe , to be with mens teeth bit . Remaines , o th' Passe-ore ( once ) were burnt in fire : Did they burne ought of God ( then ) I require ? Once , without sprinkled Bloud , Offrings were vaine , And can a bloudlesse-Masse , Gods loue ( now ) gaine ? Ouer much Wine workes Wits intoxication ; And hath Thy Bloud ( O Christ ) like operation ? When 'mongst these Masse-Priests , Wine with Wat●r greets A Whay-like flood of Bloud and Water meets ? In shewes of Bread , lies Christs true Body here ? And does the Same in many a Place appeare ? T is All , in All , and All in euery Bit : Yet , in this All , no Part , a par● doth sit . Head , Foot , Mouth , Shoulders , Stomacke ▪ hand and Brest , Conioynd by Place , ne're disioynd from the Rest. Pendulous Signes of Substance voyd , stand still : Thus , doth this emptie Aire Their Hunger fill . Bakers bake flesh , which is with Bloud well knod , So please the powerfull Will of Romes great God. Corne , the commands of this Masse-God , obeyes ; Bids he a Bit ? the Bit turnes flesh straightwayes . And when his Skill the Masse-Priest list to show , A coate of crums he giues and takes God fro . When Magicke sounds the Misser once giues out : The flesh is fled , the Meale gone out of doubt . This Maker of his Maker , moues his Lips ; And straight , the Bread into Christs Body skins . A Change most strange , foure wondrous words do emake : This comes , That goes ; something , doth nothing take . When I , by Masses ▪ Popes made Lasses , see , Then I le beleeue , Flower turn'd to flesh may be . Here 's no dimension of the Quantitie : Sensible Bodies Sense cannot descrie . No Rul● of sigh● , no set Position being , No Iudgement , Signe , of Things , no Reall seeing . Whether we eate Christs Flesh , clothed or bare , This , to disclose is Romes Apollos●are ●are . For , when That Suppers Rites Christ did ordaine , Syndon or Priest-like clothes , he wore , 't is plaine . But Christ i th' Supper , naked to eate , now , Neither Religion , Custome , Shame , ●llow . If we eat Christ in 's cloathes , in that array , What doe we eate ? is flesh a Garment gay ? Had I an hundreth-fold Apollo's skill , Did Verses flow , like Oceans from my Quill : I ne're could clense th' Augaean filthy Stable , Lernaean Fen , found in this monstrous Fable . The Bread being coniur'd , by the Masse-Priests mumbling , ( As cursed Ghost ) a head-long pace runs tumbling . The blessed Crust , being crost , a fleshy-lumpe , Into Breads harbour ioyfully doth iumpe . Strange things I tell : Priests blustring breath can frame Christs Body , as it was , in All , the same . Imbak't in flesh , incarnate in the Bread : Christ , in the banisht Meale , is couered . And , Who ( sayd Tully , once ) so voyd of Wit , Thinks , that , his God , which he eates at a Bit ? Substance of Bread is trans-elementated : Yet nought's i th' Bread , which was not there first stated . This flesh , lacks flesh ; This ruddie Red's not Red ; Much diff'rence , here , twixt Flower and Flower is bred . Can flesh lacke flesh ? And must not Red , Red be ? Who then i th' Popes Braines , Braines can hope to see ? The same 's , here , not the same , not knowne the same ; Eu'ry Sense , here , deceiues , erres , limps , is lame . The same thing 's not the same , at the same hower ; What e're is , yet , It selfe , straight , leaues selfes power . This is my Body , Is not ( if chang'd straite ) The Body first t' a Bit doth alterate . The Subiect fickle , Adi●nct firme doth stay , Th' Effigial's fast , Materiall , flies away . Something makes Nought , a Body , Body makes not . What 's done , is not done ; what 's form'd , fashion takes not . If any maine Madnesse , all others passe , T is this , Romes nimble slight , strange sight i th' Masse . This monstrous Metamorphosies strange charmes , Hath brotch'd abroad , vnciuill , ciuill harmes . All the Winds blustring Battailes , here , haue met , Numberlesse Numbers , with crosse Coiles doe fret . Strife followes Strife ; and , Errours ancient Crew , Though payr'd , impayr'd ; yet hatcht are Hydra's new . For th' Body of Christ , scarce is Christs Church ( O woe ) A Body : thus from Peace great Warre doth grow . But here , we onely sing the furious fight Twixt Romes * Ericthons and * Andabats hight . Who are these Chāpions whom their drink makes good : Bloud-suckers , and God-eaters , their dire food . Friers doe sret , and Sophisters contend , Schoolmen conscold , and threats on all sides send . Discrepant Bands , their Banners pitch'd , flocke , flow : Hoarse Academies vaunt ; full Theaters , lowd-low . Grammaticke warres doe rage , yea warres indeed , Whence , last Opinions ( oft ) make , first to bleed . Grammaticasters rise , Munkes mightie swarm● , Clatter together , man to man , arme in arme . Petrus de Quercu , pugnes , oppugn'd is he , By Iohn d● Monte ▪ both fight valiantly . Alphonsu● fumes , hot Hugo frets much more : Poore Polus pants , and Lyra lowd doth rore . They which want Proofes , with wrangling clamours raue ▪ And seeme euen Mad , when they no Matter haue . Iodocus proues Fab'● improues , Occam approues ; Scotus euen foames at mouth ; Thomas , warre moues . Andradius , Driedo , Cathrin , Carthusian , With sharpe confronts , each one doth play the man. Guido , Capistran , Sote , Cope , Canus stout , With vpstart Errours , driue the Old-ones out . This , beates the Aire , That 's light makes all more darke : This , opes no Knots ; nor That , can hit the Marke . The Victour's vanquisht ; Cut-throate killd by 's foe ; Assayld th' Wounder's brought to woe . Biell brings bloudy Mars ; Bellarmine great , Romes Rabbi , warres , woes , blowes and threats doth threat . Bonner , he bleats , Lindan loues Lullabies ; Lumbard belubbard , to 's dull Doctours hies . Echhius and Hosius , Dorbell , Duns , at duell , Pighius grunts Pigge-like , Alan is most cruell . Whos'ere may belch whats'ere , 'gainst Whomsoere , Cadmaean troopes by their owne swords fall there . O Pope , worlds winking-light , lifes Rule , faiths Guide , Doe euen Thine-Owne ; thy damn'd Decrees deride ? With what brasse Brow wilt Thou deny , so bold , This Duell-Champion-flocke , of thy Sheepfold ? OF THE CORRVPT LIFE AND CONVERSATION , CVSTOMARY IN THE CITIE OF ROME . THE SEVENTH SATYRE . The ARGVMENT . Know'st thou not , in what Citie , sinne ( most ) growes ? He which but knowes the crimes of Rome , This knowes . PErchance thou 'dst know the holy conuersation Of Rome , renown'd , for her seuen-fold foundation . Old-Rome ( if we may true Historians trust ) Now in new-Rome lies buried in the dust . Papistry is a Sprig sprung-vp from Hell : An All-vice-bearing Branch , whose Boughs excell . Rome is a Den of Theeues , Worlds common-Stewes : A beastly Cell from whence all Sinne issues . He , that knowes not , Rome on seuen Hills to sit : Is ignorant in Stories , hath no Wit. Why art thou wroth ( O Babylon ) with me ? If , by my Verse , thy knowne Crimes scourged be ? O Wedlocke-hater , whose anointed Host Of fat-cram'd Clergie ; warre serues for thee most . So much dost Thou and thine sweete Marriage hate ? Whores , before Wiues , to Loue and estimate . Thou , and thy Flockes are ( sure ) Spirituall : So much that Euill Spirit defiles you all . While Pope , Siricius , Priests their wiues gaine-saies : The Temples Sodome shield , to God they raise . Your Single liues , how chastely , closly led : Oft , Infants Golgothaes haue witnessed . Oh how much better were their foule Vowes broke ? Than of Lewd Liues to beare so shamefull Yoke . Masculine Vertues ne're to Rome befall : Things carnall fit not men Spirituall . Oh , Romes Faith all her Males Emasculates : The World , with Pregnant Virgins exornates . And that her most pure Church , may purer be , Pure Friers , from their pure Nunnes pure Broods may see . Many a nimble Night-mare Sp'rit is knowne , To make such pure Sp'rit-hanted Virgins groane . Wiues of their owne thei 'l none , Neighbours haue these : In such Flesh ( may be ) they can God well please . Religion , thus , hath foam'd vp Luxurie : A Lazie Life bred many a Prodigie . But yet ( I hope ) Romes Church and Chaire to pleasure , Thais ( i th' Church ) may iustly purchase treasure . Besides , much Gaine , much Godlinesse makes grow : No stinking Sauour can from Lucre flow . Oh , must Romes Corban , Temples pure prophane ? Must God take Gifts from Strumpets filthy gaine ? To horrid Whoredomes dost thou Pardons grant ? From all good men all pardon thou must want . Captines haue Freedome , not for Ill , but Good : This Freedome was procur'd by Christs blest Blood. But now , behold , huge Swarmes from Romes full stocke , Rare Pompe Pontificall , Spirituall Flocke ; Myriades of Munckes , Armies of Eunuches kinde , All which twigs , sprigs sprung from thy Roote , I finde : Flockes of fat Sheepe , large Droues of Weathers faire : Cling close to Thee , thy Warfare stout they are . So many holy Fathers graue , thou hast , So many Nuns , angelike Virgins chaste : So many fat Papasinines vnmarried ; Grylls off-Spring , in religious Armies carried : So many Sister-hoods , Fraternities , As ther be twinckling Stars in Frost-faire Skies . Deuouring Sons in Numbers Numberlesse ; Sardanapalus Bands , in foule excesse : Legions of Locusts , Heards of holy Hogs ; Foedifragous full Flocks , Worlds muddy Bogs . Their old-Religion holds of nothing more , Than Bacchus and their Bellies to adore . Monsters , whom Vertue cannot free from Vice : Such as from fertile Rome , spring in a trice , To feast at Fun'rals , and to drinke pots dry : Is Worke enough , is enough Piety . Much quiet , dainty Diet , Lazie Feast-dayes : Their fatted Bellies like blowne Bladders , raise . Feasters to be , not Fasters , they are knowne : Whose glutted Paunch so far is ouergrowne . What is a Munck ? A Flesh-lump , A Wine-Pot : Whose Salt is Life , lest hee corrupt and rot . Circes ( sure ) turn'd , by Magicke Medicine , Swine into Munckes , or els , Munckes into Swine . 'Twixt Country-men and Moules ther 's no such ods : As 'twixt old-Muncks , and our new - Munckey-clods . What 's Fryers frothy Troope ? A Stygian Brood : Pamphagean Swarme of Locusts , lacking food . Wise Grasiers will not for one fa● Oxe , buy A thousand two-foote , bare-foote Friers most fly . Many seeme proud , Christs naked Name t' embrace : Whose wicked Liues deny Christ to his Face . Many are fir'd with Zeale , whose Piety Is but gilt ore , Religion , Cruelty . Many of this Christ-preaching holy Hoste , Build Heau'n in Word , in Life build vp Hell most . Whoredome with these is a small-Sinne , and they , Guilty themselues , milde Mulcts vpon it lay . Thus , Rome one Stewes , these Staines permits in any : All Rome is ( now ) one Stewes , where first were many . Bishops , sweet Swarmes , in euer'y Cell , Muncks , Friers , Are Fathers , All ; who this deny , are Lyers . For , they that Children get , must Fathers be : I know th' are Such ; This Reason's firme for me . Haue I not stir'd this muddy Ditch of thine ? Shall I thee shew the Popes Guarde soft and fine ? Romes Purple Peeres , and Latian Cedars tall , Cardinall Chorus , glorious vnto all ; For Worldly Ioyes , Earths Toyes no iot contending , Doe euen contemne , what each New-Moone can send-in . With Visage Sage , Gownes Flame-like , red Hats fine : Oh how their Liues doe shew , their Zeale doth shine ? But truely ( truth to say ) their purple Clothes , Waxe red , being di'd● in Blood and bloody Oathes . Christs Lambes they Butcher with inhumane spight : Thus , their Roabes red , thus waxe their Bonnets bright . Red-caps , disdaine pure Wine , drinke yee pure Blood : The Spirit springing thence , is much more good . Thus , by such Ghostly guides Christs Flocks are fed : And Card'nals Functions are thus finished . Thus , Christ they serue , thus Christians liues they liue : Thus , vnto Christ they holy Worship giue . These Fathers fitly may be props of Hell : But , of Gods House , they cannot , halfe so well . Why seeke I Samplars ? since full Stories writ , Romes Fathers filthy Liues set out most fit . Euen Sol doth shame , their cursed Crimes to see : My modest Muse may now ( then ) silent bee . Heere , oft-times fell a Starre , from a cleere Skie , A Cloudie Day brought vnchaste Chastitie . Romane Records doe filthy Foggs exhale ; Her Scene obscene is as a lothsome tale . Rome , Vicious Rome , the Worlds Metropolis , The Metrapolitan Popes foule Chaire is . Gomorrha , scarce excell'd it in strange Crimes : So many Sin-Monsters raigne in their Climes . And , sure , but by that-fire which All must fry , Their frozen-Sins , nought els can liquifie . Rich Rome , for triumphs , Rome , most honoured : Is now the Empires Tayle , which ( once ) was Head. A Shambles of much Murther , Sincke of Sin : Shames Cell , Lusts Seate , a place to quaffe Wine in . Where you may many Harpeies , Mastiues see : Where proud Ambition , fly Sedition be . Rome , th' art blest Salems Character as right , As Christ is typ'd in thy Metropolite . OF THE COVETOVS BVYING AND SELLING OF ALL THINGS VNDER THE POPES Power and Iurisdiction . THE EIGHTH SATYRE . THE ARGVMENT . That Simon Peter was at Rome , Who knowes ? That Simon Magus was there , All Truth showes . OF Rules , reform'd to strange got-gaine I write : Effected by the Popes Command and Might . Who laps-vp , wraps-vp , all the world like Floods : Like Water scoures , deuoures all Neighb'ring-Goods . A priuate Plague Romes monstrous Maw doth fret : The more she gets , the more she gapes to get . Furred with Gold is euery Popelings Bull : ( As Load-stones Steele ) This , yellow-gold can pull . Let Shauelings serue the Pope , their Patrone graue : For , at his Pleasure , they their Treasure haue . Heere , Ezraes siluer-Sense , Moses doth ope : To All , all wrong is right , if Gold they grope . Great Golden Glisters purge all Crimes committed : The Guilty , are by argent Agents quitted . Thus to the World affy'd , not crucifide : Worlds thirsty Loue , Romes Father hath euen fry'de . His Workes Hee workes by sacred Policy : But , these to God are Atheisme most high . Christs Throne is Heau'nly , Heau'nly things doe muse : But Papall Pride , an earthly Throne doth chuse . Yet , vaine's this Choice , which chooseth Earthly things : For , by such choice , toward God hee folly brings . Satan stalkes , walkes , seeking whom to deuoure : The same doth Romes Cosmopolite each houre . That this Possessour poore may gape for moe , 'Twixt Riches , Rapine , his great Thirst doth grow . Bohemoth hopes to drinke vp Iordan dry : And none Romes gaping Gulph can satisfie . With vnseene Shackles , Law-snares intricate , This sharking Sepheard , Sheepe can captiuate : Thy Church ( O Christ ) a Money-Mart Hee makes ▪ Seekes not thy Lambes , but Lands t' himselfe he takes . Good Manners , not great Mannours God best prizeth : His Steward Mannours Loues , manners despiseth . For , This Priests Polipheme and Atlas stout , By these Tricks , trimes & props Gods House throughout . Most craftily strange Grins and Gins hee laies . His hollow-heart hath thousand wilie-waies . Of which , Gold-Bringer , brauest of them all , His Loue , his Life , his Wife , Hee ( well ) doth call . His zeale is * Amphisbaena ; serues two Lords : The World good seruice ; God , hee none affords . The Gifts of Good-gift-Giuers make them Popes : Who want at home , at home may sit , like Mopes . Vice-Christ , Lawes firmes , and them repeales by Bribes . But , hee Gods Lawe , prostitutes and proscribes . Iohn Baptist , Herod did forbid to wed His Brothers wife ; This Popes haue suffered . Paul became All , to All , a Soule to get : All Vice-Christs care is on his owne gaine set . Oh Christ , Thy Guests Thou 'lt first inuite , then vrge : Thy Vicar , will them threaten , force , and scourge . Thy Head ( O Christ ) a Crowne of thornes did teare : Vice-Christ , a Triple Crowne of Gold doth weare . Thus , strangely better , is this Head Papall , Than Peter , Paul , Iohn Baptist , CHRIST , and all . This Fee-Fowler , Wealth-watching Argus fly , Spreadeth Gold-catching Snares , most cunningly , Sinners by Summes being tax'd ; Is Coine so vicious ? Gold ( sure ) is Heresie : T' haue Wealth , pernicious . Thus , guilty-Gold , in Bird-lime Lawes is caught : And Nothing deadly , but a man t' haue Nought . If Gold-death Antidots , yer dead , thou haue : From deadly-Sin thy Soule He 'le ( surely ) saue . For , Romes Bullipotent , indulgent Pope , All euill of paine and guilt remooues , I hope . Touching least Trifles , hee doth Lawes ordaine : All which are quickly voide by precious Gaine . The truncke is little , whence a Fly sups blood : And to the Pope least Lawes bring greatest good . At Toyes Hee 'l rage , winkes at most wicked things : If happy Gaine fly forth with golden wings . Sins shackles shaken off , thou 'lt quickly see , And pure Soules fly to Heau'n , if Gold them free . Giue to the Pope , and dare each damned deed : Actours foule Acts no punishment can breed . All 's pardonable to Gift-giuers All : Their Sin 's as Vendible , as Veniall . Thus theirs at Rome the Purses dire decay : But no soules health , no forcing sinne away . Giue , Giue , Giue oft , this Romish Horse-Leach cries ▪ And , by her food , fierce hunger still doth rise . All vnction , all compunction is from gold : And he wants Nought , that hath most yellow mold . Romes Mother-Church , her Teats ties-vp from none : By whose good Gifts , she fat and faire is growne . But , here obserue ( for this distinction stout With oft ing●mination they giue-out . ) chaire's great , aboue all Lawes his Might : And to the Pope Gods power is due by right . A Sym●nist he 's not , Gratis giues he : Giue , and he 'le Giue ; take thou , he 'le sharer be . He giues to thee , thou to him , what 's more cleare ? Thus , Loue reciprocall must loue endeere . Why mention I , the traps , toyles , money-Meanders , Of Romes world-thirsting couetous commanders ? Romes vnfill'd intricate Charybdis broyles ; And , though too wealthie , swallowes wealthy spoyles ▪ The Church of Rome , hath power Omni-potent ; And liuely liuer-veines Omni-p●tent . Deformed R●les , enormed Rites , Romes Court , Doth at her wicked will inuent , support . Her Courts with wranglings ring , Goodnesse is whipt : Her tatling Troopes , with Gold , their tongues haue tipt : Gold-griping Eloquence pleades free from scath : Such power Romes Rhetorician ( Riches ) hath . Besides , at Rome ( whens'ere no causes be ) Cause-pleaders , straight , cause-coyners turn'd , you 'l see . Here Lawyers may fell Lawes , most lawfully ; Because by Bribes a Lawyers Bench they buy . In plodding Plebeans many matters , they Despise dispatch ; deuise and watch delay . If Wealth come , Rome will welcome thy dispute : If thou bring nought , then stay at home , be mute . Wealth-wanting Louers , Lais loue in vaine : And Rome loues none , that bring not gold and gaine . Rome streines at Gnats , and swallowes Camels downe : The Guiltie sh●'le forgiue , on Guiltlesse frowne . She 'le vexe poore Lambes , and let proud Lions goe : For Wolues and Foxes faults , her Sheepe feele woe . Thus , is Romes Papall Iustice to be sold : And Goddesse * Themis to be hirde for gold . The Popes foule faults are facts Apostolicke : His flockes fraile facts are faults Apostaticke . Wonders I write : but what , has not Romes throne , And all ore-ruling power of Bishops done ? Great Grand-Sire , Guide of Guides , Romes demi-God : Thus are thy flockes rulde with a Golden-Rod . O how ( besides Romes Abaddon ) th' art right , Nummipolizing Pope , Law-breaking wight ? OF THE MOST FORMIDABLE AND ABOMINABLE POWDER-PLOT BY PAPISTS , WITH THEIR horrible authorized libertie to perpetrate any Villany . THE NINTH SATYRE . The ARGVMENT . At Rome , by Rapine there 's a Golden-Age , By Crueltie , there 's still an Iron Age. WIth Gods Law to dispense , makes deadly wounds ; Yet , Rome does This , and All things else confounds . Right , Faith , and Troth , Oathes , Promises , Vowes giuen ; ( These wrong'd , thou 'lt say , are keyes of hel , not heauen ) She wrongs , vnbinds , breaks , kicks at : thus past doubt , No Obstacle her free Decree bolts-out . Why should not she free all with others pelfe ? Who , all else ( soone ) dispenseth , of her selfe . Popes will 's a Gen'rall-Rule : dost doe his minde ? None then , thee Guiltie of the Fact can finde . Any , 'gainst Any , Any thing commits , Whilst God as Priest , the godlesse as Iudge sits . Parricides ( once ) against this Realme arose ; And did a desp'rate damned Plot compose . A machinated Treason , strange and true : Whose like , no past , no future Times , can shew . I quake to speake , my trembling Tongue sticks-fast : My hands doe shake , my Muse is mute agast . Twelue Ring-leaders did meet , deepe Hels blacke-Band ; A new strange bloudy Birth to take in hand . At Rome 't was shap't , Romes Whore ' its Damme became : Monstrous Maegaera Midwife to the same . The King , his Queene , the Prince , Peeres , Bishops graue , Superiour and Inferiour , Nobles braue ; The Scarlet Iudges and wise Iustices ; The chiefest Knights and choysest Burgesses : All pious Patriots , met in Parliament , On State affaires ( as custome was ) All bent : All these , by those base Traitors markt to die , ( Had not Heau'ns fore-sight made discouerie ) Smother'd in Smoake into the Aire blowne vp , Had drunke full draughts of deaths most direfull Cup. O woefull , fearefull , Stygean damned Act : Likest it selfe , paralelld by no fact . O mischiefe , murther , massacre most strange : New Snare , base Ware , brought forth from hells Exchange Nought vnder heauen was ( once ) new : but our time Brought forth a new , nefarious , monstrous crime . First was a Golden-Age ( as Gods deare daughter : ) As the Popes Neece , a powder-Age came after . What sacred , sugred loue at Rome there dwells ? This fathers loue all Fathers loue excells . For , that we might not dead to heauen goe : Aliue , by Powder , he 'd vs thither blow . " These are the Briefes of Romes Religion braue : " To make one-day all-Brittaine bring to graue . Romes Monsters mouth and throate is large and hollow : And , at one draught , can many thousands swallow . O Popish cruell crue , inhumane , quite , Monsters in Gods , Monsters in all Mens sight . As Peace perturbers , as Bloud-suckers , all , That see you , flie you , finde you , from you fall . O woefull wracke , such and so many slaine : This , worke they would ; but wrought their worke in vaine , Is this life-giuing true Christianitie ? Is this firme faith , pure Popish Pietie ? Ill deeds to good-ends , None may enterprise : And yet may Rome doe such that Rome may rise ? Had all our heads vpon one Necke ( then ) stood ; As Nero ( once ) desir'd ( Romes man of blood : ) That Necke , with one cracke of sulphurious smoke : Had beene smit-off , had not God stayd the stroke , O wretched Worke , to which all woes are due : Great wracke , more great , than may be held for true : Who present saw All , noted , All , he saw : To trust all seene , his owne eyes scarce could draw . With such fierce flames of quicke sulphurious scath , Doth Rome promoue , approue her Cath'licke Faith. Alas , Christs truth into Kings Courts , ne're came , With Swords , with Poysons , Pistols , Powder-flame ; Couer'd with Satans knauish-cloakes , to slay , Till Romes Philistims grew so great , so gay . Did Peter fish for Kings in streames of blood ? No , Belzebub can fish best in that flood . To be catcht-vp in Bloud , as Peters fish , And pay so deare for Rome , I le neuer wish . O thus , euen thus , each Romish-Traitour , hath A Vault to hide his Treason , as his Faith. Oft bloody blasts from Romes Tarpeian Towre , Brake forth , and did thousands of Soules deuoure . Fire-spitting Brats , igneous Ignatius bred : If Iesuites be his Brood ( as so 't is sed . ) Religion hath beene euer fring'd with fraud , And Piety beene made foule Treasons Bawd. While Iesuites doe what them the Pope hath bidden : Vnder their Mealy-mouthes foule Fiends lye hidden . The Churches Weapons ( once ) were Prayers and Teares : Romes Weapons ( now ) Swords , Fire-brands , Poysons , Speares . Viperous-Imps are in Romes bowels bred : And truely barbarous , boystrous is her Head. Boasters in Blood , in Fire , in Swords , in Rapes : thou 'dst Papists iudge ; foule Deuils in Mens faire shapes . Though many props doe Romes Religion stay ; Their Chiefest hold on Sword and Fire they lay . But , whil'st thus oft their Flocks they fleece , o're-throw : They Signes of Romish Faith and False-hood show . Within , foule Crimes ; without , Reuenge they beare : Acts against Christ none vnaueng'd appeare . Alas , why by two deaths , thought Tisiphone , On ours to prey , and then to slay her owne . For , Rockey Peters Chayre , Faiths Rock to bee : Thou , by Salt-Peter , Powder , Fire , wouldst see . But now , the World their Papall pranckes espies : And Romish Rhea shames at hir owne Lyes . Romes Ram-like Actors came vpon the Stage : But God oppos'd their hatefull Actiue-Rage . O Rome , thou buildest Nests ; Birds , canst not hatch : Acknowledge then , Gods Hands , Gods Eyes thee watch . Thus Babels brood her Birth could not bring out : Whereof prime pregnant Hope , made them past doubt . Damn'd Dirae sighed and hells furies fum'd : Yea , Plutos pallace shooke , as nigh consum'd : Because their hellish hopes tooke none effect , And heauen did timely their deceit derect . Reioyce blest Brittaine in this New-saluation : And keepe That day with endlesse recordation . Christ freed thy Soule from hell fire , and this fire Than euer any flame , to hels , came nigher . That day which they Britaines blacke-Day would see , Nouembers fifth , Britaines bright-day shall be . The day was Tews-day , but by Popish spight , Papists Ash-Wednesday , it had beene more right . Daniell , deliuered from the Lions den , Had not such cause to praise God , as We , then : For , rage of roaring Lyons , oft , is tam'd : But , Romes fierce Wrath is quenchlessely enflam'd . For euer , then , fell Papists , howle , lament , Your Popish Powder-Pieties Intent . For , all the Oceans floods will ne're make cleane ( Perfidious Rome ( thy knauish Sinke obscene . Englands Transalpinated Papistrie . Hath wrought such oft Blood-smeared crueltie . Breeds our Transmarine Trauaile so light minde ? Let 's then by Law be to our homes confinde . For doubtlesse , this detestable foule fact Was counsell'd , courag'd , by the Popes compact . For , he which bids doe , what 's almost done : he In 's will doth worke must stay 't or authour be . Had he not cast Paternall care from 's heart : He 'd ne're haue playd such a Step-fathers part . Who from his Bubble-bellowing Bulls boiles out , All Caco-curses , hellish Broiles about . And thus he saies : Let one-day England make , One Graue , whose note on future day shall shake . Vices Vice-roy , or Vice It selfe , is Hee , Who , Peters Chaire dares foule with Villanie . We read , that when the High-Priest vs'd to enter Gods Holyest-Place : without Blood Hee 'd not venture . So , Romes High-Priest vnlesse some blood hee taste , To 's Shiloh Synagogue doth seldome haste . Thus one of many facts we haue found out : Heare Others ( now ) not better Ones , I doubt . To All Sins , fuell this Dispenser findes : And much fine-Flowre out of Crimes-corne he grinds . Popes Pardons purge foule Homicides most white : Makes blots and spots of bloody Daggers bright . And if , this Priest of Romes rare Rocke , dispense , Thou quit maist sit free from all foule offence . Or , if the Lawes strict Act thee guilty make : Deaths deadly Act on Thee no hold shall take . Antichrists Bull and Christs Blood are nere kin : For , that , as this , pardons and pures All Sin. If Romes blest Bishop warres , wiles , periurie , Commands as iust ; iust they are , instantly . For , the Popes pleasure is all deeds direction : 'T is Law of Lawes to yeeld him sole subiection . Thou , then , Who bids , not what Hee bids , take heed : And doe his Will , with Courage and with Speed. And doe his Will ; for Christ did All Command , To the Lord God of Romes high Hests to stand . His Fist , Arme , Shoulders , Warlike Engines are : Least Hee grow Mad ( then ) haue a speciall care . For , first , these regall Rites Christ Peter gaue : And to Romes Peter , Prot●-Pope most braue . But , Romes rich Patriarke to be Peters Heire , Saint Peters Chaire and Miter , There , declare . All Crownes , Thrones , Kingdomes , through Earths ample scope ; Christ gaue to Peter , Peter to the Pope . And Hee which Fathers moues , Himselfe approues , Patrician ; But , Hee , Father Peter moues . Therefore , all th' honour Christ to Peter gaue , Our Lord the Pope ( I surely hope ) must haue . And , in prime Peter All rare Acts you see , Must this Petreian-Patrons Actions bee . The word is vaine , vertue comes not by kinde : Saint Peters off-Spring wee excepted finde . But , Peters pious Life , and last Confession : In the Popes Chaire , find no Chaire , nor Impression . Peters faint-Faith ( O Christ ) Thee thrice denide : Full oft the Pope ( Vice-Christ ) doth Thee deride . Yet , Peters teares shew'd Peter penitent : But , no man euer saw the Pope repent . Lastly , for Thee , Peter did gladly dye : The Pope thy Members murthers cruelly . See , who 'l deny the Pope to haue ( as due ) Sure Shape , Staffe , Stoole , of Peter Martyr true , Rules not wise Palinurus in Romes Ocean , Peters tall Ship , without least Slip in 's motion ? Peters Ship ( sure ) on many a Rocke and Shelfe Hee driues ; and is the Ships worst Rocke Himselfe . AN EPILOGVE OF THE ANTECEDENTS . THus Romes Dictator All the World directs : Thus Hee Gods holy Bible , foules , infects . Thus Sacrilegiously Gods Gifts Hee 'l sell , Simon ( not Peter ) Magus matching well . Thus faines hee Fancies fond , Hereticall ; Of Heretikes being Head Spirituall . Thus Monarchs hee to iarres and Warres incites : 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-Rules , Mens Faith infects . Vnwrit Decrees Hee with Gods-Word compares : Yea , them preferre 'fore Gods Hand-writing dares . A meere Inck-Doctour hee is held most fit : Which knowes and showes nothing but Pen-mens writ . With these poore shreds , this Latine Bishop frames A Fig-leafe Coat , to hide his Whorish shames . But I , Traditions loathsome Lees most vaine , Spu'd from Romes Nauseus-Maw ; spue-vp againe . The Scriptures ( saith Hee ) are not Faiths Foundation : Traditions are Faiths Basis , Propagation . Scripture is not Faiths Prop , 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 Markes remaine . But why doe such huge Troopes of Wenches throng ? In Popish Camps , Their Couents , struggling long ? Obedience ( sure ) and vowed Chastity , They there performe ; true Popish piety . Nymphs strangely pregnant , this Religion makes : And from Maid-mothers their sad burthen takes . In many Cells , this Hell-Spawne Papall Crue ; Vow-breaking Brood , their belly-gripes can shew . If , in Romes holy Coope , hat●ht-chickens peepe : 'T is chaste enough , if closly they it keepe . In euery Cloister and religious Cell , Their order , Rites , and Rules , doe all excell . Each , for Religions Rule , his Order hath : Their Orders order Fooles ; disorder Faith. Mongst all their honoured Sects by Order graced : Romes Order rules , Gods Order is thence chased . Alas , doth Romes Schismatike traine by fractions Sound praises Harpe , or discords Dramme to factions . At Festiuals approch , Good-Workes they praise : But to performe them vse most long delayes . Feasts ornate , onerate , each moneth , each day : That , all the yeere ( almost ) brings dayes of play . Then , with their Feete ( not Hearts ) to Church they goe : Where prayers , performance , all their fingers show . And who 'd not sweare that they to Christ pray not ? When , as amaz'd , they pray , but know not what . Thus they their frequent Mattens Vespers vtter : And Orizons to Hee-Saints Shee-Saints mutter . Thus , for Hearts Vowes , Harps various harmony , They giue to God , Songs for Sincerity . I oft admire , Romes Bacchus-like oblation : T is strange , yet see , things of more admiration . Popes Bulls , Popes Pardons , Oh how deere they be ? Yet , this deere ware 's not worth a Rush to mee . Braue Balsome , th' Agnus-Dei , Fooles to gull : I hold as deare as is a Locke of Wooll . In Romes rare Riches and facetious-Treasure , None but meere Mad-men , or fond-fooles , take pleasure . Hee that is wise , Romes Buls , blowne bubbles makes : Hee 's wise , Romes Fathers Lead , as Feathers takes . What speake I of the Frauds and lying Tricks ? From which , this holy Sire much money picks . Romes Popes , the Worlds prime Pedlers , Chapmen braue , Much gaine , from many Wares created haue . Are Merry-Stewards of all sorts of toyes : Chiefe Schoole-Masters , of Schooles of ioylesse Ioyes . Yea , Romes quick - Sight , such money-Snares doth frame , As , to relate , doe want , Meanes , Number , Name . That gaine may grow , and Rome may Riches see : Base Hucksters , Pedlers , Panders , Popes will bee . What-ere Romes fingers feele , his eye doth spy : His Heele kicks-at , is holyer , instantly . For , from this holy Prelates spicey-lips , Into All-things , rare sweetnesse strangely skips . If Satans filthy throat beltch-vp Infection : The Pope from 's mouth breathes forth a fine Protection . Besides , His holy Breath ( strange to be told ) Makes all his Sons , the Holy-Ghost to hold . Creating Masse-Priests , hands on them hee layes : Breathes ; then , Receiue the Holy-Ghost , hee saies . Since Christ said , so ; Hee must needs wicked bee : Sayes , the Pope may not say 't as well as Hee . What-so is Christs , the holy Father claimes : And , this ▪ the Head of all sound Faith hee names : For , whatsoe're Gods-Word our Sauiour gaue , The Pope , Christs Little-Ape , the same must haue : As to Ierusalem , an Asse , Christ bare : So , should the Pope ride Asses , Horses spare . Alas , one-day , would nothing neere suffice , To reckon-vp all Romes fond Popperies . By great good hap , to hunt for store of Coine , The Pope hath got neat Gins and Engines fine . Since , neuer Bishop thriu'd by Subtiltie : The Popes Throne onely thriues by knauerie . Faire Marts of Arts , and Crafts to get much gold , He hath ordain'd ; where mud for money's sold. Anti-Christ , first Babe-like , then a Roarer stout , To his great Grand-Sires dealt rich doales about . But , now , his Tributes haue a Feuer got : Which Griefe , to cure , he must contriue a plot . What once was held Iupiters Image braue : Fishing Saint Peters picture , now they 'le haue . But this I 'd ne're beleeue , vnlesse my Creed With a strong Mountaine-mouing Faith he feed . So strong , long , loose a Faith all Popelings finde : To trust whats'ere Popes wills their conscience binde . Peters Conclaue , long after him wan't knowne : Nor Rome to be Popes Sacro-sancted Throne . The Carriage of the Host , so vp and downe , Knew no such vse , as now is come to Towne . The Master of Romes Market , sells vaine things : And to Gods House , he , thus , base Riches brings . He makes his Buyers , re-buy things fore-bought ; And yet the Sale his wares abateth nought . He giues what 's sold , what 's giuen , he 'le keepe , he 'le hold : And the same-thing to many , at once , is sold. He frees , for fees , and ( if the Pope thou pay ) His pitteous-Pardon is thine owne strait-way . Romes Broker ( trust it ) hath all sorts of ware ; And Pearles of Blisse , for Gold , can soone prepare . Reprobate , run to Rome , for ( there ) behold : Heauens holyest Household-stuff thou'l● buy for gold . Was this rare selling-Trade giuen Peter tho ? The Popes Bull ( sure ) shall ne're make me thinke so . But now of Wonders wondrous rare , I write : Vnworthy Credit , worthy Fooles to fright . In many Temples made of Marble Stone . Whereof proud Romes bigge brags abroad are blowne . Their Stones sweat Blood , their wood yeelds trickling-teares But he whose Faith here failes , is freest from feares . Their mumbling strange , makes deuills , them obay : And can enforce fiends fast to flie away . Fairies , Hobgoblin● , Witches , Fantasies , Can doe no hurt , if the Pope play his prize . In holy Fonts , their Bells baptized are : Pay for a peale , and Sprites they quickly scare . Incense they burne , their Altars to perfume : Whereat the Deuill soone flies foorth of the roome . Yea Romes blest Bishop by his soueraigne skill , Can make the fiercest Fiend flie when he will. Satan would rage-about , his Chaine being broke , If Romes rare Art did not that yongster yoke . Much talke they haue of holy-Waters good : Whether it 's not more powr'full than Christ , blood ? For , from sinnes spots and blots it frees the soule : And Satans malice quickly can controule . If sprinkled with this holy-dew , th' art blest : For , of all Liquours , this is purely best . Hemerobaptists , Papists rightly shew : Who , madly must , each day , haue holy-dew . O Puppet-playing Papists , Triflers vaine : Crafts-Enginers , Deluders , most profaine : He ( I beleeue ) which taught you this blacke-Art : Than Satans selfe , playes better , Satans part . Holy Lambes-wooll , is very dearely sold : This , the Popes Cassocke makes more rich with gold . If the Pope sell pure Wax , it purgeth Sinne : This truth , than Truth it selfe more truth must winne . With the Popes finger , to be blest is rare : Deny this , and deny Seuens Starres there are . O what great power , hath holy Vnction , Spittle , Honey and Milke , to Grace ? sure , 't is not little . But , if thy fiercest foes the crosse doe spie : This conq'ring Signe , will ( surely ) make them flie . Her circumspectiue care doth cure , keepe All ; Is the soules Target , Tower , to saue from thrall . I wonders write : By it , the world is guided : And with the crosse , Christ hath his Crowne diuided . Not Christs coats hemme , not Dauids harpe , to God ; Sea-cutting Rod : Vnto the Crosse , in power , halfe equall were , For , it , euen Gods owne might and grace doth beare . When to the Crosse Christs Body was made fast : Gods power vpon it ( doubtlesse ) then , was cast . Flie Birds i th' Aire ? A signe o' th' Crosse is made , By their spred wings ; by which signe , They are staid . By Sailes and Masts , cuts a ship Neptunes waues ? Euen these doe , make a Crosse , and this , it saues . The Plow-man with a Plow-share , plowes the ground : A blessing-Crosse , there , also ( sure ) is found . A Crosse-line cuts the heauenly Axle-tree : In Heauen the holy Crosse ( then ) figured see . On the Sea-shore men doe a Crosse erect : The waues thereby That bound to passe are checkt . Poyson , though drunke can doe thee no great ha●me ▪ If , with the signe o' th' Crosse thy lips thou charme . Great Father , worthy Fauter of the Crosse : One question of It twixt vs , let vs tosse . If , in the Crosse , the euill-sprite feares ought : It must the matter or the forme be thought . Feares he the matter ? why then d'ont the sight Of Pyles of Wood , Stones , Metals , him affright ? Feares he the forme and meerely figured frame ? Why then doe not all house-crosse-beames him tame ? A mad Crosse-worship then mad-Zeale displayes , When in the Crosse , a Crosse to be she sayes . But yet , the Crosse-waxe , which Popes Bulls doe weare , Is most vnlike the Crosse , which Christ did beare . O Romes deare Dedalus , expert in toyes ; Who , Wealth to win from fa● Farm●s , them , emploies : Thinkst thou thus fondly me to Foolifie ? To trust thy Trickes as Truths sound certaintie . My Head ( I then ) should hold blunt , void of wit : And wish thy Triple-Crowne thereon to sit . Now with thy Nifles , Trifles , reliques vaine , 'T is time to end , since they no end containe . For , thou with all , all sorts of reliques rare , Gods holy Temple to prophane dost dare . Thou searchest Tombes , thy Reliques to encrease : Not suffering buried Bodies rest in peace . Thus thou to th' vnknowne-land of Reliques goest : And all thy Reliques all the World-ore showest . Thus what with Reliques and such superstition , To thee ( O Christ ) they scarce can giue admission . Yet , all is sound Religion : for , hereby , From the Popes Coat , all Errour 's forc'd to flie . Thus , he t' himselfe alone Christs Church fast chaines : Here , dwels pure Truth ; here , Faith , no Fraud remaines . And now the Old-worls mustie Household-stuffe , Brings to my ready Muse , Matter enough . Much , now , swims-vp , which , sunke to th' bottome lay : And store of Rubbish shines , now , cleare as clay . The Image braue of graue Antiquitie , Hath Signes of new , Signes of true dignitie . Old Lawes , old Sawes , Primitiue-Church , most sure , All old-Traditions , old-Religion pure : All are at Rome , seene plaine , yet dost thou doubt ? Pure and sure Faith to dwell , all Rome throughout ? Why , hence , 't is plaine , they Faith retaine , that they Haue Gods pure worship banisht quite away . And Rome for all her new-come Nouelties , Straight brings out Signes of old Antiquities . And hereby Papists , Gibeonites , are growne : For , All that 's theirs , is old , and ancie●t knowne . That gentle Asses-taile , which Christ bestrid , They haue with Gold and gorgeous gems quite hid . Iosephs cast . .coates , times Teeth , haue torne and worne : Yet , Signes of their first-beautie , 'bout are borne . A Pot the Virgin Maries Milke doth hold : O 't is deare Ware , indeed , and dearely sold. Much mouldy Masse-Hosts in hid Pixes lie : Which smell of Mice-prodigious Batterie . He which doth sacred Sions wealth , call these ; Let him Milke Waspes , and ioyne together Bees . Yet , lest Romes Mill grinde thee to powder small ; Though Faith may faile , thou must beleeue them All. So many Bones , they 'l of one Martyr show ; That ( past perhaps ) the like in no Oxe grow . And oft for Martyrs bones , such bones are showne , As formerly , were Hogs and Dogs bones knowne . Scarcely one tombe , one coarses leauings keepes ; So quicke , each relique from Sepulchers creepes . Rome , teeming Rome of fraud and cousenage full : These Guiles holds godly , grossely men to gull . But He that 's well in 's wits , spits at them all : And smites them with Gods Sword Spirituall . Alas , how much of Christs most holy Blood , Is daily drunke by Romes dry Saints so good ? Yet , a poore drop of Christs his blood most pure , This zealant Bottles-vp ( beleeue it sure . ) This ranke Religious Prelate puissant , These things to please God wond'rously , doth vant . But I beleeue no Pythagorean-Asse , Nor his brute thundring Threats a pin doe passe . Delphicke Typhaeus , ratling rage , I scorne ; His deadlyest drams ( if not drunke ) may be borne . His combe is cut , his power impair'd , of late , Nor buts he halfe so hard with 's three - crown'd pate . This great Cumanus , yerst , did Monarchs fright : But , since his hornes were hew'd , they scorne his might . For , Vulcans Caecus , vomits but in vaine ; Fumes with fond fury , flames , which , Most disdaine . Yet , Romes Law-giuing Moses hornes hath left : Onely , He 's of Noes noble Arke bereft . A CORROLLARIE TO THE PREMISES . MAny moe Maruels maruellous In Rome are kept most Curious , Which in a Bundle and briefe Scope , I le binde-vp closely with a Rope . Christs Girdle , Shoes , Coate , Haire , they haue , His Night-Cap , Napkin , Shirt , they saue : Last Suppers household Implements , His Cradle , wounding - Instruments : His Crowne of Thornes , the Sponge and Reed , His Sheet , Whip , Lance that made him bleed . Our Ladies Haire-Lace , Slippers good , Combe , Girdle , Gowne , Ring , Cloake , Haire , Hood ; Much , giuen by Will , to th' Triple-Crowne , Pure , precious Things , her gay Silke-Gowne . Iohn Baptists Head , kept with great care , Saint Peters Key , Crooke , Sword , and Chaire : Full many Stones , that Steuen slew , Old - shewred , sure , pure Manna-dew : The Holy-Ghosts Clawes , Wings , and Bill , Michaels Sword and Buckler still . Of Euch'rist Iarres , large Histories , Entities many , Quidities : Inexplicate , Inextricate Contentions how to consecrate . Popes Palaces and Princely Courts , Crimes Sanctuaries , Sinne supports ; Vice-teaching Schooles , ills Enginers , A Shop of shamelesse Slanderers . A gaping Gulfe , great Giants-court , A Colledge where Prey-Birds resort . A House of boystrous blustring Winds ; A Seed-plot for Seditious-Minds . A filthie Mart of Holy-things , Which to Gods house abuses brings . A fierce Confounder of firme Faith , Which Romes most rammish Father hath Abolisht quite , by deuillish Dreams ; And thereby quencht-out Truths bright Beames : That Catacath'licke Popes might place Romes Cacolike Religion base . Religion , veterate , false , ill-bred , Past all Hels Spel● that er'e I read . A dead , deformed , f●ultring Faith , Blunt , blockish , which no Ground-worke hath . Hid Myst'ry of Iniquitie , Master-Piece of Impuritie . Many a Soules vnsauorie Me●te ; Worme-wood to All that thereof eate . Sweet Nectar most pestiferous , A deadly Drug pernicious . Couents in Combats duellizing , Papisticke Armies martiallizing ; With Censures censuring diuersly As with Foes Blowes euen forc't to die . And many Scotists and Thomists , And Occamists and Gabr'ellists . And Nominals , Reals not Any , And Syllogists , and Criticks many . And many Muncks and Seculars : And Regular Irregulars . And many sottish Censurers : And many sly Ly-Enginers . And many Rowles of rare Decrees , And many Romish Vanities . And many Lightning sore Complaints , And many thundring strict Constraints . And many Sects and Sophisters , And many bawdy Batchelers . And many Saints most inquinated , And many Nointed and Bald-pated , And many burn't with sacred Zeale , And Foes & Fooles to th' Cōmon-Weale . And Parricides and Regicides , And Demi-Gorgon Popes besides . And many Card'nals Coapt in Red , And many a proud vain-glorious Head , And many dect with Miters , Rings , And many Whores , and fat Kitchins . And many Hee-Saints , Tombes most rare , And many Shee-Saints , Chappels faire . And many Idols , and Colosses , And many Masses , Asses-Glosses . And many Head-Bana's , and Head-Tyres , And many Droues of fatted Fryers , And many Miters , many Hoods , And many , more , most impious Goods , And Bishopricks , meere Mockeries , And Bishops , Papall Trumperies . And monstrous Lyes of Miracles , And of Lowd - Lyes strange Oracles , And Toyes to loade three-hundred Barkes . O then , Who-e're These sees and markes , Must needes cry-out in admiration , O Rome , the Wonder of each Nation ▪ Deo soli omnis gloria . VPON THIS BEE-HIVE OR HONEY-COMBE . THis Booke 's a Bee , not Elephant : Much Gaine The Readers Care , not Writers Crop , may bring ; Small Bee● , small Iems , small Pearles , much good containe ; Is Thy small Good ( small Booke ) a baser Thing ? Fooles in their Brests ( as Chests ) Enuy doe treasure ; But in such Riches ( Reader ) take no pleasure . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A01890-e6560 * S●apleto● * The ●ope . Pauperis es● numerar● pecuspunc ; * No , for he is a Wolfe in ● Sheepes c●at . * Aquila non capit Muscas . Apocal. 5.6 . * Androgini , populi , vtrisque Naturae . * Dialogo 10. pag. 47. Notes for div A01890-e16080 * Faso●rum lib. 2. * For Fiat . Iulius the 2. * Superbor● Principum Typus . * Satan . Notes for div A01890-e25840 Why then eate they bread . Ierusalem , Antioch , Alexandria , Constantinople . Non v●cat ex●gu● . Proximus ipse sibi . Things following from things already demonstrated . Notes for div A01890-e37040 Note this mysterie of iniqui●i● . Notes for div A01890-e44290 * A King of Arcadia , who to 〈◊〉 Iupiters god-head , serued in the flesh of certaine young gentlemen of the Molossian● at a Feast which be made to Iupiter , who in detestatiō of that foule fact , s●ved ●●is Palar● , and turned Lycaon into a Wolfe . * Another kind of Canibals in Campania ▪ Or fine Linnen . * Erichthonius was the sonne of Vulcan , hauing feet like a Dragon . There was also one Erichtho , a woman of Thessalie , famous for her multitude of poysons . * Andabata w●re certain Fencers that fought blind-fold . Notes for div A01890-e57940 * Amphisbaena is a Serpent in Lybia , with 2. heads , one in the rig●t place , and the other at his taile , both ve●y poysonous . * Ionis filia & Iustiti● Dea. Notes for div A01890-e67150 * Bos , Fur , Su● , alq , Sa●erdo● . * Suita , de Suc.