The
Birth
,
Purpose
,
and
mortall
Wound
of
the
Romish
Holie
League
.
THe
Antichristian
intrusion
into
the
Empire
,
hauing
manifested
the
Pope
to
be
that
man
of
sinn
whereof
S.
Paule
speaketh
to
the
Thessalonians
;
and
the
innumerable
deceiuing
fantasies
,
traditions
and
vaine
inuentions
,
wherewith
the
erronious
Church
of
Rome
hath
made
dronke
the
Nations
of
the
earth
,
discouering
her
to
bee
that
purple
Whore
sitting
on
the
Beast
with
seauen
heads
,
or
rather
(
as
the
Angell
interpreteth
in
the
Reuelation
)
on
the
Citie
with
seauen
hills
:
hath
(
through
the
mightie
working
of
Gods
spirit
by
his
zealous
Ministers
)
so
laid
open
the
skirts
of
their
filthines
,
that
the
most
part
of
Christian
Princes
with
their
people
haue
imbraced
the
free
libertie
of
the
Gospel
,
and
freed
themselues
from
her
Antichristian
yoake
.
Whereupon
Sathan
(
chiefe
Patrone
of
that
Regiment
)
seeing
the
decaie
of
his
Empire
,
the
discredite
of
his
Vice-gerent
,
and
the
open
defamation
of
his
infamous
Spouse
(
the
Romish
Church
)
;
thought
it
high
time
to
set
too
his
helping
hand
,
the
rather
for
that
his
kingdome
draweth
so
neere
an
ende
.
Therefore
in
the
silentst
time
of
night
(
a
fit
houre
for
the
Prince
of
darknesse
to
take
in
hand
a
hellish
enterprise
)
he
posted
to
his
terrestriall
Pallace
at
Rome
;
where
seating
himselfe
in
the
secret
chamber
of
his
Papall
Vicar
,
heethus
began
:
The
care
(
right
trustie
and
welbeloued
)
of
infinite
thy
predecessors
,
together
with
thy
approued
diligence
for
the
suppressing
of
Christian
veritie
,
(
the
onelie
obstacle
and
hindrance
of
my
happinesse
)
is
to
me
no
lesse
knowen
,
than
graciouslie
accepted
:
but
thou
seest
that
notwithstanding
all
your
trauells
(
being
my
deuice
)
as
giuing
indulgences
and
promising
heauen
to
traitrous
subiects
for
the
dispatching
of
their
naturall
but
our
aduerse
Princes
,
or
the
dailie
excommunications
thundred
against
the
said
Princes
,
we
canneither
by
the
cursing
of
the
one
,
or
the
blessing
of
the
other
so
preuaile
,
but
that
the
disciples
of
Luther
,
Caluine
,
Beza
,
and
such
like
back-sliders
from
our
Church
of
Belial
,
do
openlie
&
hourelie
preach
and
publish
his
Almightinesse
,
whose
name
I
tremble
to
rehearse
;
attributing
to
him
,
and
none
but
him
,
all
power
to
forgiue
sinne
:
whereby
my
kingdome
(
founded
vpon
me
the
chiefe
corner
stone
,
and
laide
together
by
diuers
Popes
,
Cardinals
,
Abbots
,
&
other
Cloisterers
is
so
sorelie
shaken
,
our
pardons
,
pilgrimages
,
and
purgatorie
so
little
feared
,
that
as
the
walls
of
Iericho
,
so
fall
our
principals
at
this
Euangelicall
sound
.
This
therefore
is
my
will
,
(
which
may
in
no
wise
bee
delaied
)
that
seeing
there
is
yet
some
hope
,
by
reason
euerie
Christian
Prince
is
not
fullie
disswaded
from
our
faction
,
there
be
foorth-with
a
vniforme
League
of
fatall
confederacie
by
such
as
fauour
vs
,
against
our
foes
;
especiallie
our
Arch-enemies
,
Elizabeth
Queene
of
England
,
&
Henrie
King
of
Nauarre
:
This
League
proceeding
from
my
spirite
of
malignitie
,
(
as
a
Daughter
worthie
no
other
father
)
I
would
haue
thee
beautefie
with
some
hypocriticall
stile
of
outward
holinesse
,
and
if
thou
list
call
it
the
Holie
League
.
Touching
the
Princes
thou
shalt
confeder
,
I
need
giue
small
instructions
:
onelie
this
I
charge
that
thou
be
sodain
and
circumspect
to
assemble
thy
Synode
,
among
whom
I
will
as
a
chiefe
Compeere
sit
.
The
Diuell
had
no
sooner
saide
these
words
,
but
a
Senate
of
sacriligious
Shauelings
were
assembled
,
and
Sathan
himselfe
by
the
Popes
high
Chaire
proudlie
seated
?
(
as
appeareth
in
the
Mappe
at
the
letter
A.
)
Here
was
it
concluded
,
how
this
League
now
named
Holie
,
shuld
also
proue
mightie
in
operation
against
the
Princes
professing
the
Gospell
.
First
it
was
ordeined
,
that
the
Duke
of
Guise
(
being
by
nature
ambitious
and
bloodie
,
yet
through
riotous
excesse
vtterlie
vnable
)
should
haue
his
necessitie
supplied
with
Spanish
&
Romish
superfluitie
:
prouided
that
hee
fill
France
with
inhumane
massacres
,
(
explaned
in
the
letter
B.
)
thereby
to
weaken
the
King
of
Nauarre
:
to
which
he
was
animated
by
the
Popes
Messenger
,
who
to
whet
him
on
powrde
treasure
at
his
feete
(
letter
C.
)
perswading
him
also
to
stir
vp
such
ill
affected
English
as
he
might
against
the
person
of
their
Royal
Souereigne
.
But
Nauarre
fortefied
from
heauen
,
armed
at
all
points
like
a
Christian
Cheualier
defended
the
Gospel
(
letter
D.
)
&
England
happie
through
her
Elizabeth
,
sate
crowned
with
a
wreath
of
peace
(
making
Christ
her
hope
)
as
a
Rocke
vnmooueable
(
letter
E
)
.
This
fretted
the
Pope
;
and
Philip
King
of
Spaine
made
drunke
and
deceiued
with
the
superstitious
cup
of
Romish
abhomination
,
was
whetted
on
according
to
his
promise
in
the
Holie
League
,
champion-like
to
prepare
his
people
,
and
discharge
his
abundance
of
Indian
earth
:
in
satisfaction
of
which
I
warrant
yee
,
hee
had
no
small
rewards
,
for
his
verie
Horse
was
trapt
with
Bulls
and
pardons
(
letter
F.
)
Allen
also
that
caitiffe
Cardinall
,
and
English
Arch-traitor
,
from
his
Cannon
of
corrupt
conceipt
dischargeth
two
seditious
Libels
against
his
Souereign
:
to
which
the
English
Friers
and
Seminarie
Priests
giue
fire
(
letter
G
)
.
Now
to
make
this
League
an
able
Bodie
,
to
beare
downe
the
aduersaries
of
Antichrist
both
by
land
and
sea
,
her
head
was
beautified
with
a
horned
Moone
(
letter
H
)
of
huge
and
mightie
shippes
,
readie
to
ioyne
with
the
bloodie
Guise
,
and
also
to
vnite
them
to
the
Prince
of
Parma
,
that
in
a
moment
they
might
swallow
vp
little
England
,
as
the
rauenous
Crocodile
dooth
the
smallest
fish
in
the
seauen
mouthd
Riuer
Nilus
.
But
God
the
onelie
Patrone
of
England
and
our
Elizabeth
dismaied
first
the
appointed
Armie
of
the
Prince
,
so
that
like
the
Syrians
that
besieged
Samaria
in
the
daies
of
Eliseus
the
Prophet
,
they
fled
away
vnsought
with
from
ioyning
with
their
fellowes
at
Sea
,
and
woulde
not
by
the
gentle
intreaties
nor
seuere
threatnings
of
the
Prince
their
Generall
(
letter
I
)
be
anie
waie
perswaded
to
set
foote
aboord
the
smal
Skiffes
,
appointed
to
transport
them
to
their
holie
or
rather
vnhallowed
mates
:
their
feare
arising
(
as
it
euidentlie
appeared
)
from
that
Fleete
whereof
the
Lorde
Seymor
was
Generall
(
letter
K
)
which
with
the
Hollanders
was
readie
to
giue
them
their
deserued
welcome
.
This
Fleete
and
all
the
rest
of
their
worthie
warre-fellowes
ouershaddowed
with
the
wings
of
the
Almightie
,
honorablie
vowed
to
sell
their
worthie
liues
in
the
defence
of
this
Iland
,
(
his
little
Israel
,
and
their
natiue
Nourse
)
animated
couragiouslie
euerie
man
his
mate
,
with
resolution
to
attempt
the
ruine
of
this
vnhallowed
League
:
whose
Mooned
Cronet
was
deckt
with
sundrie
pendants
,
of
painted
Saints
,
(
sufficient
guides
for
superstitious
sotts
full
gaudelie
adornde
with
the
finest
golde
,
rakte
out
of
wretched
Indiaes
Wombe
,
whose
senselesse
bowells
the
Spaniards
(
slaue-like
)
ceaselesllie
teare
out
(
letter
L
)
,
onelie
to
satisfie
the
rauenous
appetites
of
their
Wooluish
Inquisitours
,
who
submit
forthwith
at
the
feete
of
their
Papall
God
,
the
trauailes
both
of
Prince
&
people
,
making
them
vassals
to
an
vnworthie
Priest
:
and
applying
their
labours
gained
with
venter
of
their
liues
,
&
hazard
of
their
soules
to
the
strengthning
of
the
forenamed
League
.
But
all
is
vaine
:
for
the
breath
of
the
Lords
mouth
hath
dimmed
the
brightnesse
of
her
Moone
,
and
scattered
those
proud
shippes
,
whose
masts
seemed
like
Cedars
to
dare
the
Sunne
,
the
treacherous
Libels
of
traiterous
Allen
,
are
with
himselfe
helde
infamous
to
the
world
:
The
Guise
also
(
one
of
greatest
helpes
)
is
dead
deserued
lie
.
She
being
with
these
sorrowes
surcharged
,
and
mangled
with
manie
maimes
,
she
languisheth
in
a
consumption
on
her
bed
(
letter
M.
)
The
Pope
(
on
earth
her
cheefe
Patrone
)
promiseth
his
helpe
in
what
he
maie
,
&
feeling
her
pulses
,
assureth
her
there
is
yet
good
hope
.
But
the
Deuill
belike
being
the
better
Doctor
,
and
not
louing
to
dissemble
where
his
daughter
was
Patient
,
protests
after
he
had
cast
her
water
,
there
was
euident
signe
of
death
.
Thus
is
this
diuelish
League
deuised
by
the
Diuell
,
and
confirmed
by
the
Pope
,
weakned
and
wasted
through
the
Spirite
of
Truth
,
&
power
of
our
Lord
Iesus
Christ
:
To
whome
let
England
sing
so
all
her
victories
;
Not
vnto
vs
ô
Lord
,
not
vnto
vs
,
but
vnto
thy
Name
be
praise
.
The
Birth
,
purpose
,
and
mortal
wound
of
the
Romish
Holie
League
.
IN
silent
night
,
when
each
thing
takes
it
rest
,
Yet
wakes
the
Deuill
,
who
neuer
shuts
his
eyes
:
In
darksome
night
he
leaues
his
lothsome
nest
All
in
a
rage
,
and
towards
Rome
he
flyes
.
Where
when
to
Pallace
of
the
Pope
he
came
,
He
enters
in
,
and
thus
his
tale
doth
frame
.
Draw
néere
my
sonne
,
and
listen
to
thy
Sire
,
The
world
waxeth
old
and
may
not
long
endure
,
The
time
drawes
on
apace
,
it
must
consume
with
fire
:
Then
ends
thy
kingdome
too
,
which
standeth
nothing
sure
;
Because
the
Gospell
spreads
it selfe
apace
;
While
thou
and
thine
,
runne
headlong
to
disgrace
.
A
Councell
call
of
all
thy
Prelates
great
:
Cardnalls
,
Friers
,
and
Shauelings
of
each
sort
:
And
I
with
thee
will
sit
vpon
thy
stately
Seate
,
And
for
thy
ruin'd
state
,
erect
a
mightie
fort
,
And
build
the
same
with
Princes
of
this
land
,
With
other
Kings
fast
bound
in
follies
band
.
Which
band
,
though
it
be
bound
,
by
thee
and
me
my
sonne
,
Yet
must
it
be
adorn'd
,
with
title
of
deuotion
;
And
call
it
Holie
League
,
or
els
we
are
vndone
,
And
thou
wilt
tumble
downe
from
all
thy
high
promotion
;
And
he
the
Spanish
King
which
Phillip
hath
to
name
,
Must
be
the
chiefest
of
this
League
,
and
maister
of
the
game
.
He
hath
great
store
of
gold
,
and
will
not
spare
for
cost
:
He
can
supplie
the
Guizes
want
,
which
now
is
farre
in
debt
,
By
ryot
and
excesse
,
his
coyne
is
spent
and
lost
:
And
what
will
he
not
do
,
if
that
it
be
to
get
?
I
tell
thee
héere
my
sonne
,
thou
hast
not
such
a
boy
,
From
East
to
West
,
or
any
where
within
thy
princely
sway
.
A
fayre
religious
Cloake
,
do
spread
vpon
his
backe
,
To
couer
his
ambition
,
his
cruell
bloodie
mind
:
But
Pistolets
of
Spayne
,
and
Coyne
he
must
not
lacke
To
execute
thy
tyrannie
,
whereto
he
is
assignd
,
Against
both
Christ
&
Christians
that
do
professe
his
word
:
Yet
say
he
sheddeth
blood
,
with
noble
Gedeons
sword
.
And
I
will
rule
his
heart
,
for
there
I
haue
my
seate
;
Thy
Butcher
he
shal
be
,
and
humaine
flesh
shall
sell
:
No
age
his
hand
shall
spare
from
smallest
to
the
great
,
His
minde
I
will
so
vexe
with
furies
out
of
Hell
:
But
chiefly
he
shall
ayme
at
the
good
Nauarre
King
,
He
is
the
marke
,
shoot
right
at
him
,
for
that
s
the
only
thing
.
Giue
him
no
leaue
,
nor
leisure
,
for
to
muse
Upon
the
sacred
word
of
his
eternall
God
:
But
still
do
him
pursue
,
as
other
Popes
did
vse
,
Being
yet
in
mothers
wombe
,
with
their
afflicting
rod
:
And
euer
since
his
birth
he
hath
béen
chased
still
:
And
yet
vnto
our
woe
,
we
cannot
haue
our
will
.
He
must
be
made
away
,
because
he
is
the
heire
,
And
next
vnto
the
Crowne
of
Fraunce
,
by
orderly
discent
:
T
is
he
,
t
is
he
,
that
puts
vs
all
in
feare
,
And
he
must
downe
,
or
els
you
will
be
shent
.
He
cares
not
for
thy
Curse
,
our
Guyze
must
do
the
deede
,
Thy
Bulls
nor
yet
thy
Charmes
,
can
neuer
make
him
bléede
.
And
yet
there
is
a
greater
foe
,
and
she
of
greater
might
;
Gainst
whom
our
dearest
Guize
,
nor
scarsely
Spayne
I
wéene
May
well
preuaile
,
to
put
her
from
her
right
;
She
rules
braue
Britaine
Isle
,
I
meane
the
English
Quéene
;
Gainst
her
my
sonne
,
this
League
must
ioyne
in
one
,
For
all
too
weake
our
Spayne
will
be
alone
.
Her
Father
first
did
wound
thee
to
the
hart
,
Her
brother
next
thy
wound
did
still
renewe
:
But
sister
yet
did
salue
againe
thy
smart
,
And
heald
thy
wound
as
all
the
world
did
viewe
:
Till
she
came
in
that
ouerthrewe
thy
Crowne
,
And
in
her
Land
by
force
doth
keepe
thee
downe
.
Yea
many
other
Foes
,
both
Kings
and
Dukes
of
fame
.
I
knowe
we
haue
,
but
first
these
two
must
downe
.
Bend
all
thy
force
against
that
stately
Dame
;
And
then
the
rest
will
shrinke
,
if
thou
but
frowne
.
This
Sathan
sayd
,
wherewith
away
he
vades
,
He
leaues
the
earth
,
and
flyes
to
darksome
shades
.
This
guest
thus
gone
,
they
all
allowe
his
tale
,
And
straight
proceede
to
practise
his
pretence
:
Wherein
they
had
such
lucke
,
there
blewe
so
braue
a
gale
,
They
got
their
whole
desire
,
and
that
with
small
expence
:
The
King
,
the
Peeres
,
and
many
Princes
seales
,
Gainst
Heauen
,
gainst
Christ
,
&
Christian
Common
weales
.
And
Phillip
now
bestirres
his
aged
limmes
,
He
beates
his
braines
,
he
tyres
his
wearie
wit
,
He
sends
for
Gold
,
and
homeward
fast
it
swimmes
,
And
sayth
,
herewith
the
marke
I
meane
to
hit
Whereat
so
long
I
aymed
haue
in
vayne
,
To
ioyne
that
famous
Land
vnto
the
Crowne
of
Spayne
.
And
Antichrist
doth
whippe
his
posting
hast
with
speede
:
And
Cardnall
Allen
he
must
play
the
gunner
stout
,
And
shoot
abroad
great
bragges
,
without
respect
or
heed
,
As
Champion
chiefe
amongst
this
ruffling
rout
;
So
blazing
foorth
his
shame
,
as
one
deuoyd
of
grace
,
Gainst
his
and
our
good
Prince
,
her
Crowne
&
royall
place
.
Then
hugie
Shippes
,
as
earst
were
neuer
seene
,
Proud
Spayne
prepares
for
to
inuade
our
Land
:
And
all
against
the
most
renowmedst
Quéene
,
That
euer
yet
bare
Scepter
in
her
hand
.
Oh
Lord
what
hath
thy
Handmayd
done
to
these
,
That
thus
assault
her
Kingdome
and
her
Seas
:
But
worthely
in
thy
great
iudgements
iust
,
Of
thy
good
will
thou
didst
confound
their
pride
,
And
made
them
feele
the
smart
of
their
ambicious
lust
,
Not
daring
long
our
royall
Shippes
abide
,
But
fled
away
like
shéepe
before
the
hound
,
Still
héere
and
there
,
some
going
to
the
ground
.
They
felt
the
force
of
Brittish
braue
young
bloodes
,
Which
queld
the
Spanish
harts
,
&
made
them
hide
their
heads
:
Some
crept
belowe
the
Decke
and
prayed
to
their
Roodes
,
And
other
some
to
other
Saints
,
while
Friers
tooke
their
beads
.
Then
at
the
length
,
when
we
forsooke
the
chase
,
Both
wind
and
waue
defied
them
to
the
face
.
But
all
this
while
proud
Parma
with
his
barges
,
Could
nought
preuaile
to
driue
his
men
aboorde
,
But
lost
his
toyle
,
with
all
his
costes
and
charges
:
Sometime
he
spake
them
faire
,
straight
threatning
with
his
sword
;
But
all
in
vaine
,
his
Sailers
ranne
away
,
And
left
his
Boates
to
set
him
home
his
hay
.
They
wift
full
well
,
that
in
the
narrowe
Seas
Was
nothing
got
but
stripes
and
English
blowes
;
Which
they
forsooke
,
as
glad
to
liue
at
ease
,
And
left
the
Prince
quite
bored
through
the
nose
.
But
God
(
my
friends
)
he
tooke
away
their
barts
,
To
make
them
knowe
his
power
and
furie
of
his
darts
.
Yet
that
which
most
doth
shewe
the
arme
of
God
,
In
all
these
bloodie
broyles
we
lost
not
threescore
men
;
To
them
a
certaine
signe
of
Heauens
heauie
rod
,
To
vs
a
shewe
of
loue
:
let
vs
be
thankfull
then
,
And
praise
that
Lord
,
which
is
the
Lord
of
hoast
,
That
doth
defend
and
shield
our
English
Coast
.
And
makes
our
Land
abound
with
flesh
and
bread
,
And
cloath
most
fine
,
from
colde
to
gard
our
backe
:
With
Timber
store
,
good
Iron
,
Tinne
and
Lead
,
And
many
other
things
,
which
other
Nations
lacke
:
But
yet
a
greater
grace
,
we
haue
his
word
in
peace
,
God
graunt
it
may
continue
,
and
bring
forth
more
increase
.
Let
Spanyard
then
go
delue
and
digge
for
hidden
gold
;
Let
him
go
rend
rich
Indies
bowels
out
;
Let
him
go
trie
his
friends
,
and
let
his
Buls
be
sold
;
Let
him
raise
taxes
more
,
and
let
him
cast
about
;
Let
him
,
let
Pope
,
let
Deuill
and
all
the
rest
,
Do
what
they
can
,
yea
let
them
do
their
best
.
Let
them
not
cease
to
boast
and
bragge
to
come
againe
;
Let
them
with
speede
prepare
like
Forces
trebble
tolde
:
Let
vs
repent
,
amend
;
pray
for
our
Princes
raigne
;
Let
vs
be
true
in
one
,
let
vs
together
holde
:
Come
Deuill
then
,
come
Pope
and
all
the
crewe
,
And
as
you
sped
of
late
,
so
shall
you
speede
a
newe
.
For
England
yet
both
is
,
and
shall
be
English
still
:
And
English
Brutes
do
brauely
keepe
the
same
:
Though
bastard
Britaines
boast
and
bragge
their
fill
,
And
leaue
their
Land
and
skorne
the
English
name
:
They
skorne
not
vs
,
but
bring
themselues
in
skorne
;
By
leauing
vs
,
they
léese
themselues
and
seede
vnborne
.
Our
Papistes
play
the
Batte
,
that
left
the
flying
foule
;
Because
he
thought
that
Beastes
more
stronger
were
than
they
:
Who
dares
not
now
appeare
,
but
with
the
skriching
Owle
Flyes
alwaies
in
the
night
,
not
daring
view
the
day
:
So
do
our
Papistes
proud
,
who
skorne
our
little
Ile
,
In
flying
to
the
mightie
Beasts
,
which
now
haue
got
the
foile
.
They
would
be
Birds
againe
,
but
shame
doth
beate
them
back
:
They
wish
themselues
vnborne
,
or
els
vntimely
birth
:
Their
hope
is
ouerthrowne
,
their
Beastes
be
gone
to
wrack
:
So
they
bewaile
their
losse
,
while
we
sing
praise
with
mirth
.
We
praise
our
God
which
doth
vs
safely
keepe
,
While
they
may
howle
like
hounds
,
&
wring
their
hands
and
wéepe
.
And
long
may
you
so
houle
,
till
you
repent
and
chaunge
,
And
turne
vnto
the
Lord
,
from
whom
you
go
astray
;
And
yéeld
vnto
your
Realme
,
from
which
you
runne
&
raunge
:
Good
subiects
to
your
Prince
,
become
while
yet
you
may
;
Orels
be
sure
,
more
plagues
will
still
ensue
Upon
your
loathsome
League
,
and
also
vpon
you
.
Which
League
now
lieth
sicke
,
your
Doctors
doo
despaire
:
Your
Pope
doth
scratch
his
head
,
your
Spanish
ships
are
lost
:
Your
Cardinalls
crie
out
,
your
Friers
teare
their
haire
:
Your
combes
now
are
cut
,
your
Clergie
cease
to
boast
:
The
French
king
now
espies
wherto
your
league
was
hatche
And
like
a
King
he
cutteth
short
those
that
him
ouer-matcht
.
Because
he
suffered
long
,
you
thought
that
he
would
beare
:
Because
that
he
forbore
,
you
thought
ye
might
him
lade
:
Because
once
you
made
him
flye
,
ye
thought
him
still
to
feare
:
Because
he
would
not
be
of
Romish
League
and
trade
,
You
thought
to
cut
him
off
,
you
thought
him
to
betray
;
Which
heede
your
Guize
must
do
,
and
make
the
King
away
.
But
Guize
hath
his
reward
,
and
in
his
guise
is
slaine
The
bloodie
Guize
hath
bloodie
end
,
most
iustly
to
his
hire
,
The
bloodiest
man
that
France
ere
bred
,
that
made
of
blood
a
gaine
,
Lyes
now
in
dust
,
who
was
your
hope
and
toppe
of
your
desire
.
Lothe
then
the
League
that
leaueth
you
,
&
is
in
falling
downe
,
Gainst
Christ
it
first
was
made
,
and
Heauens
thereat
frowne
.
Forsake
the
Church
of
Rome
,
and
flye
that
man
of
sinne
,
Returne
to
Christ
his
fold
,
that
you
with
vs
may
ioy
;
And
pray
with
vs
in
heart
,
yea
let
vs
neuer
lin
,
That
God
protect
his
Church
,
and
keepe
from
all
annoy
Our
thrice
renowmed
Quéene
,
our
royall
Realme
and
Land
,
From
secrete
foes
at
home
,
and
from
the
Romish
band
.
FINIS
.