The Iesuits miracles, or new popish vvonders Containing the straw, the crowne, and the vvondrous child, with the confutation of them and their follies.

The Iesuits Miracles . SVch honest minds as do desire to laugh , When idle fools their foolish parts do play : Let them herein peruse that broken staffe , Where on proud Rome her shartered hopes doth lay . And smiling then , say thus , time happen shall , And that ere long when Dagon downe must fall . The Sea of Rome , growne to so low an ebbe , To raise her fall doth vainly shifts deuise : The Pope to spin his spitefull Spiders webbe . Mainetaines a doctrine , diuellish teaching lies For when on his proud head destruction comes , For helpelesse helpe , to miracles he runs . Great Brittons Ile , when on her fruitfull brest , Hell breathed forth corruptions poysoned slime ▪ And bloudy Romes adherents did their best . To make their hellish hopes aloft to clime : When at their top of height heauen them so cheks , That helborne Climers breake their traytrous necks . Then of that troope Cerberus their captaine chiefe , Whose counsell did each secret ill direct , False traytor Garnet that soule murthering thiefe , His treason did each treasons plot protect , Vpon his trust did damned sinne relie , With hope to bring to passe , Arch villanie . When God was pleas'd at last to bring to light , That twentie yeares concealed close kept deuell : Who for the Pope with craft and greatest might , Had closely wrought in framing workes of euill . When Iustice him , most iustly did surprise , Marke on his part , what hell did thus deuise . Finding himselfe , with danger round beset , He standing still , men say , that thus he sayd : In Gods name come , my life shall pay the debt . Which must I know , to God by death be payd , In forcest , he then himselfe did humbly yeeld : Whose deadly poyson , would the world haue kild . But where his right foote firmely fixed was , In beaten path , hard , smooth and boordlike plaine : Euen in that place , this wonder came to passe : A wondrous grasse sprang forth ( a lie ) certaine , Twelue inches long , two broad , and then , and there , That Grasse was seene ( most false ) three crowns to beare . From hence it comes , our Papists vainely thinke , That triple Crowned grasse did plainely show , Though holy Garnet , chanced then to sinke , The Pope should yet , to mightie greatnesse grow . For Garnets death had force his cause to nourish , And by his death , Romes sea should freshly flourish . Who so beleeues this Popish bold facest lie , That 's grounded on , suppos'd admired Grasse , May fatly feed , his follies foolerie : Yet liue indeed , a very leane fed Asse , But falshood doth , such thrid-bare stuffe compound , As that thereby , it doth it selfe confound . This forged tale , may tell as I consider , The scarlet whore , of bloud-desiring Rome , Her pompeous pride , like scatterd grasse shall wither : And to destructions iudgement , shortly come , And that in Brittons famous Monarchie , In Garnets fall , Rome downe cast , falne doth lie . But more then this , by him did strangely hap , For aye to crowne his painted vertues name , Oh wondrous was his threefold crowned cap : His substance was , the child of shamelesse fame , His life , and death , in very Popish troth , Did bring admired lying wonders forth . For when he died , oh thing most strange to tell , To a Taylors wife , a scipping silkmans beares , A straw whereof , bloud from a traytor fell . She thereon weepes , ruthfull deuotions teares , To sight thereof she then her husband brings , And ouer it , a mournefull durge he sings . This holy rellicke , whilst ( they say ) she kept , Some craftier knaue , then her poore plaine goseman : To see that straw , deuoutly stealing crept . And well to search each part thereof began , At last whil'st he , to looke himselfe inclines , Behold forsooth , a miracle he finds . For ( though not ) in the inward huske or rine , Garnets dead face ( at London bridge ) appeares , This wonder proues he was indeed diuelline . And all his workes , for treason doubtlesse cleares , Some Popish painter cunningly did trace , On Garnets straw , false Garnets trayterous face . But would you runne , that strange made straw to see , And not for truth a Popish lie beleeue : It 's gone to Rome , there safely kept to be . The Pope must weare it on his golden sleeue , But zeales hot fire , wisely to asswage , Let fooles trudge to it , in paultring pilgramage . False as themselues , this lie by them is coynd , They 'le first picke strawes , ere lying wonders loose , Deceit haue they , with falshood falsly ioyn'd : Lies to maintaine , they brasen lies must choose , To force beliefe , by falshoods forsworne prate , Papists dare boldly wrong , both Prince and State . Let Pope , and Papists , close together ioyne , Falsly to paint , a Popish painted grace , Let still their wits , false truthlesse wonders coyne : By painting strawes , with traytor Garnets face , And let them lie , with flintie impudence , In hell is placest , their certaine recumpence . Garnet misnam'd , of Iesus order hight , A Iesuit knowne , and Iesuit fiercely they , Gainst Iesus Christ , do with proud boldnesse fight . And striue on earth , heauens blessed Saints to slay , All Popish Iesuits seeming saintie , Doth chiefly worke vild treasons villanie . Garnet their Martyr , whom they please to paint , Him onely for a painted martyr take , He was euen such a martyr , as a Saint . Such Saints , and Martyrs , Popes haue power to make : He dies no Saint , whose death maintaines a lie , Nor are they Martyrs , that for treason die . But Garnet dead , he for his treason died , False was his heart , desiring guiltlesse bloud , Equiuocations force his cunning tried . Thereby to make his hel-borne actions good : Fondly thinke not , for him strange strawes to see , Not worth a straw , such patcht vp wonders be . But her 's the iest , new strawes are painted now , As if thereon two faithlesse faces stood : Rightly to paint the painter well knew how , For Garnet had two faces in one hood : Equiuocation his double face did cloake , Equiuocating himselfe at last did choake . Pope , Cardinals , Papists , blush all with shame , To see your Iesuits lying shamelesse drift , By miracle to crowne a traytors name : With martyrdome and by so vild a shift , Painting a fruitlesse straw , the worst of things , Dirisions scorne , such painted wonder brings . They paint themselues , and what their church is made , With straw they build their painted wals about : Heauens fruitfull wheate they blasted in the blade . Their corne is chaffe lifes ioyce themselues stampe out , They and their Church , though painted faire we know , Like Garnets straw is fruitlesse but in show . Pope like he hath himselfe and friends betrayed , With painted food feeding delusions ioy , His fatlings some , euen in their strength decayed , So such destroyers shall themselues destroy : Their painted straw may for Romes Emblems serue , On painted fruit who feedes shall feeding sterue . So are they fed , so they desire to feed , With painted zeale , and painted holinesse , From Popish schooles , such feeders do proceed . Let those soule killers not to Albian presse , Traytors they come , vild treasons to compound , For which when hang'd , then are they Martyrs crown Let but a Bird , or silly butter flie , Chance to come neere the slead , or Gallowes when A Popish Priest , or Iesuit comes to die , And straight by fooles , it is reported then , The holy Ghost , such likenesse vndertooke , Thereby on martyred , crowned Saints to looke . And may they so be euer comforted , That seeke on earth , heauens kingdome to destroy , When they to death for sinne are iustly led : Let vaine conceits confirme their faithlesse ioy , Such as do breath a Traytors loathed breath , Be all their comfort in vntimely death . But now the tale which strangely doth begild , Amazed minds , or vaine , or faithlesse weake : Oh a most strange surnam'd inspired child . Hath power to heale before he right can speake , His infant birth , a rowling Cradle shakes , Yet if but toucht , sicke , haile , lame , sound he makes . From Popish parents , springs this inchanted bud , Romes faith alone workes mightie miracles , Sathans proud Popes haue boldly oft withstood : The firme layd truth of sacred Oracles , Be that Religion rightly diuellish scand , Whose strength must now by working wonders stand . Shall by a child more wonder now be wrought , Then was by Christ the worlds redeemer done , Shall misbeliefe ( as if no truth were taught ) Teach vs ( from God ) for witch-like helpe to runne , We know Christ did not in his infancie , Do any one thing miraculously . But now that miracles are fully seast , Shall such be wrought as Christ himselfe exceeds : Let Rome alone such lothsome stuffe disgest . Whose poysned maw vpon damnation seeds , Negromancie , witchcraft , inchantments , socerie , Adores proud Romes most dam'd hypocresie . For treason , murther , theft , a Papist dying , If at his death he crosse himselfe and say , His faith is on Romes holy Church relying . And wils for him true Catholiks to pray , He dies a Martyr that to speake be bold , For so his name shall be at Rome inrold . Parsons the Iesuit in his house at Rome , Hath in a gallerie gallantly set forth , Such as in England suffred martyrdome : Who first had vowed themselues to Rome by oath , Each traytor hang'd , hangs for a martyr there , But Parsons chiefe , I would he chiefly were . When he from England entertain'd a friend , Then must they both amidst those martyrs walke , And when their conference had retain'd an end , Then Parsons he would thus begin to talke , Behold deere friend these shrines angelicall , Of martyrs crown'd with ioyes Celestiall . As at some motion then the foole begins , And to a Picture doth directly Point , Saith he an angell his sweet requiem sings , And for a Martyr doth his soule annoint , So much by him was holy Rome vphild , As for Romes sake he would his Queene haue kild . That happie Martyr died on such a day , At such a place in England hang'd was he , But at his death report doth truely say , That all the people did this wonder see , For when imboweld to his fames renowne , He with his foote did strike the hangman downe . Vpon that text then doth he preaching say , That wonder did vnto the world declare , They downe should fall and all their strength decay . That dirst themselues against Romes holiest beare , But heare his lye against him selfe is borne , Romes foes shall fall , Rome first in peeces torne , Then doeth he shewe a man or woman such , As did some Priest or Iesuit entertaine , And of their cause expostulating much , Saith that these Martyrs were in England slaine , Their death was ioy no griefe their minds could moue , They died because they holy men did loue . There was in them no lesse perfection left , Then in those Traytors whom their house did shroud , Themselues are theeues that but conceale a theft , Law iustly hath that truth for iust allowd , They traytors are that Traytors do conceale , Or hide them vp and not their names reueale . But Parsons he blacke treasons lector reads , Of all those Martyrs and their noble deeds , And his good friend from each to other leads . His eares with monstrous mountaine lies he feeds , Telling of wonders and most wondrous lie , Saith all liued saints , and all did Martyrs die . And last of all to Campions face he comes , And saith , looke here , this halloweg shrine behold , His deere remembrance euery sense benums . Whose praise deserues a booke with leaues of gold , This this , saith he , my lifes associate was , His life had brought a wondrovs worke to passe . We labored both for Englands happiest weale , To holy Rome that kingdomes rule to turne , We sought her wounds with blessed grace to heale . So did our loue in loues affection burne , We Princes drew to passe the Ocians surge , Our land from sinne by force of armes to purge . But in our worke whil'st we a strength prepard , To entertaine Romes Catholike defence , When for the good of soules we chiefly card . Then was disclos'd our Christian iust pretence , Holy Campion by heretiks was taken , Who had he liued their greatest strength had shaken . That learned Father lodged in Londons Tower , Though wanting bookes and libertie of mind , Yet was in him such force of holy power . As to dispute poore England could not find , Sufficient Clarkes his learning to repell , In him there did such heauenly iudgement dwell . But England turnd a tyrant to her owne , In peeces cut her star-bright natiue glory , But Campion is a sacred martyr knowne . Fame to the world proclaimes his fames true storie , The night before that blessed martyr died , By heauenly vision was he glorified . Lo what a coile a cunning traytor makes , Both treason and a traytors shame to hide , See with what boldnes he himselfe betakes , For treasons safetie strongly to prouide , But he that thus in Campions praise hath lied , Would God he had with Traytor Campion died . When Campion did with Reuerent Fulke dispute , Then Campions Errors were approued lies , In euerie point Fulke did Romes Pope confute . In spight of all that Campion could deuise , Our learned Fulke did arguments contriue , Whereby he did to Non plus Campion driue . Though Traytor Campion did for Treason die , Yet Campion can his vice for vertue praise , And paint him with a Martyrs sayntitie , For gainst his Queene he sought a power to raise , Strange Martyrs they must strangely be commended , Who iustly were for Traytors vild condemned . But Parsons thus when he hath forg'd his tale , And told the fame of all his Martyrs dead , Then doeth he rownd his falshoods speech impale , With monstrous lyes not to be numbered , For then he doth with protestations tell , What Plauges vnto those Martyrs foes befell , Some at the bar which did those saints accuse , By sodaine death were plauged for their sinne , Some hangd themselues , and with such fearfull muse , He doth afresh his prechiue lies beginne , And in that curse his impudence is such , As falsly he will noble States men tuch , His slander dares both Kinges and Queenes abuse , Aliue or dead his lies haue no respect , He doeth but as Popes , Pristes and Iesuits vse , By vildest meanes Romes glory to erect , And to that end the Rowling lyes he tels , His greatest worke which wonder most excels . He can conclude each point with wonders great , Done by or for those Martyrs by him nam'd , Or how for them iudgement their foes did beate , Worst , wonders prays'd , the best had wondrous shame , Thus would he speake , that those to whom he spake , He might there by such holy martyrs make . I would that Parsons were in England here , Thankes to receiue for all his loues good will , That he in state might worthily appeare . Climing the top of antient Holborne hill , He euer did , and doth deserue the best , Of all those Martyrs whom himselfe hath drest . But now to Rome is Garnets picture runne , And mongst those Martyrs claimes the chiefest place , For at his death there was a wonder done . A straw did him and Romes Religion grace : When strangers come that picture strange to see , Amongst the best it most ador'd must be . Thus Iesuits can hels sulfer smoke perfume , And make the sent of damned Treason sweet , Popes and Iesuits dare diuellishly presume , To make a diuell for heauens saluation meete , Traytors indued with Romes most gratious spirit , Must after death the name of Martyrs merit . Popes two and twentie vild ones at the least , Haue vs'd abhorred nigromanticke spels , By which is plaine the most accursed beast . Euen in the throne of truthlesse Popedome dwels , For Antichrist he must by Sathans skill , The world with monstrous lying wonders fill . With fierie signes and coniuring wonders great , Popes often haue amazed minds dismayed , Mens soules haue their most wicked Papall seate . With seeming holy ( but hellish ) power betrayed , Pope Hell brand he , the People made beleeue , That burning fire came sparkling forth his sleeue . Such Popes indeed might with strange fire deale , Whose soules were sould to euer flaming hell , Themselues did from themselues saluation steale . Chosing with Diuels in endles flames to dwell , Loue not wonders that are by Sathan wrought , So Popes themselues and frindes to hell haue brought , Romes Legendarie is with Legions fild , Of lying tales soules banefull trecherie , Those mountaine lyes are in their strength vphild , Whose strife is to maintaine Romes Papacie , Rome will be great in spight of aduerse Fate , For why Romes friend the Diuill vpholds Romes state . By miracles with hell Rome shaking hands , Aproues Romes strength is doubtles wondrous weake , For sinnes foundation euer weakly stands . And vengeance must such force in sunder breake , The Pope enragd , wrath working Martiall toyle , Shall Rome reward with her destructions spoyle . Then let vs ioy that Papists vainely flie , To such like fond and childish shifts as these , The Pope doth now vpon his death bed lie . Let not his physicke faithfull Christians please , And though that name he proudly vs denies , Faith boldly yet dares tell the Pope he lies . We liue in Christ saluations only meanes , Worlds all sufficient sauing Sauiour , Popes idly ground , their faith on faithlesse dreames . Denying Christ his glories glorious power , No soule ( saith Rome ) Christs death doth make so pure , But that besides it must a fire endure . Blasphemously Romes hellish doctrine speakes , Popes purgatorie for their bellies built , In them the frame of their redemption breakes . And leaues their soule staind with damnations guilt , He in his heart Christs death and passion hates , That from Christs death the glorie derogates . The soule by Christ made cleane true Christians know , Is roab'd in Christ his heauenly righteousnesse , And made as white as is the new driuen snow . That gloriously it doth appeare spotlesse , Christs precious bloud , of soules the only cure , Doth make the soule all glorious perfect pure . But if the Pope in shew no Christian seem'd , Christians then , would not to him repaire , Nor could he be a mediator deem'd , Betwixt the Dragon and our sinnes dispaire , But when the world did him earths holiest name , His craft vnseene brake downe saluations frame . The Pope when he had cast Romes Emperor downe , And to himselfe worlds mightie Empire tooke , Then Antichrist aduanst his triple Crowne . And proudly did ouer all earths Princes looke , The Pope growne great this subtill course he takes , His turne to serue religious forme he makes . Aboue Gods Church the Pope himselfe instals , No Church alowing but his proper owne , From Gods Church then Romes Church on sudden fals , Christes Kingly power lesse then the Popes was growne , Meditators being ioynde with Christ then he , Seem'd by the Pope , a Sipher made to be . For whilste the Pope such power vindicates , Vnto himselfe , that can pardon sins , And that a sainte , or Angell meditates , Twixt God and vs , and to vs saftie brings , Christ is thereby made for vs sinfull men , No mediator , nor redeemer then . See how the Pope doth Iesus Christ confesse , When as he doth his sauing power deny , What is the Pope then a plaine Athiest lesse , And what Romes sea , but hellish Blasphemie , Oh then let Popes not rule the Church of God , They and their Church is Sathans Sinagouge , The heathens they had gods for euery thing , And Papists haue for euery thing their Saint , Proud Popes when they do Papall Massis sing . But Pagan Panisme thereby smoothly paints , Heathens one Ioue , Papists one God they feare , But gods and saints they serue with equall share . Deare country men borne in great Brittaines Ile , Do not your blessed soules contaminate , With Babels slime flie from corruptions soile . For Romes great whore is earths adulterate , Gainst her and all her vild adulterates hath , Heauens mightie God denounst consuming wrath . Popes when they cursse do proudly cast from high , Their cursed firie flaming torches downe , Their insolence would tell the world thereby . Gods burning wrath doth waight vpon their frowne , But thus by God their daring pride is scoft , Wraths fire on them is powred from a loft . Romes sea in which heauen ruled all these Popes , Full twentie two , detested coniurers , Eight Athiests knowne weare hallowed golden Copes , And twentie three were vildest whore maisters , A eleuen Sodomites , Pope Ione a whore they call , Murtherers some , but wondrous bloudie all . As those Popes did , so euery Pope doth take , A course alike to selfe same onely end , That to the Pope , Romes ruling power might make . The world and all worlds Princes humbly bend , This to obtaine by euery horred euill , Popes chuse to serue worlds mightie Prince the diuell . The Pope a wolfe cloath'd like an humble lambe , As Christ his Vickar , claimes his greatest power , That Dragon Pope , of sinne the markt out man . Doth harbor Wolues , but harmelesse lambes deuoure , Proud Romes bloud thirstie big swolne throat bepaints . Popes scarlet robes , with bloud of heauens deare saints . Proudly the Pope doth so himselfe preferre , As that he must on earth earths God be held , In cause of faith ( who dares say ) Popes do erre . Gods owne deere to their decrees must yeeld , Yet from the Pope like blasting lightnings flie , Foule errors , lies , and faithlesse heresie . From Peter doth such Godlesse race proceed , No sure such Iudas like succession , From hell both flow , hels diuell daily feed . Such poysned viprous vild transgression , What vildnesse then dares boldly to expresse , That Rome's the sea , of sacred holinesse . Those notes , those signes , those markes , and all those names , With Antichrist must on his forehead beare , Shine in the Pope with patent burning flames . He wants no badge the monstrous beast should beare , That Wolfish Fox chast from his falshoods burrow , His selfe dispaire , himselfe to death shall worrow . Arme , Arme for God doth wrathfull warre proclaime , The beaste must dowme his high growne sinne is ripe , From euill to worse , he swiftly flies amaine , And bendes his force saluation out to wipe , He would raise vp a mightie Monarch such , As should his sea with strength and wealth inrich . He and his Campions now they mustering are , By oathes , by force , by Treason fraud and bloud , He layes his plots how best to mannage warre , The diuill for him hath vp in councell stood , The Pope resolu'd all thinges doth readie make , His thundring curse shall seeme the world to shake . His purpose doth but his owne fall resemble , For such a curse will shortly fall on him , As all the world thereat amaz'd shall tremble , Blood thirstie throates in pooles of blood swim , Fire finall , and fire infinite , Are both prepar'd ▪ in wrath proud Rome to smite . Romes Gog , and Turkish Magog both they rose , At once the Pope and helhowne Mawhumet . On earth grew great , but greater are their woes . The Pope as god thrond in his church doth set , That Antichrist to ruine first must fall , And then the worlds great Magog perish shall , How runs ths time all whist and quiet thought , Gods word , Heauens signes , worlds sinne , hels rage times rot , Strange reuolutions to threatning Periods brought . Of some great worke all these thinges speake they not , A Plage and plagues do with continuance runne , For somthing is but not what should be done . Then turne to God and aske the question why , Finde out of sinne which doth him most displease , False bloudie house in blouds reuenge must dye , Gods will performd then is his wrath apeasd , The house of bloud which wold gods church confound , So race as it may feel distructions wound . The scarlet horse , on which the beast doth ride , Was by the beast , wounded and heald againe , But yet the beast his scarre could neuer hide . Nor shunne the wound himselfe did deadly maine , Both horse , and beast , beasts both , are both so wounded . As both must be by force thereof confounded . That arme whose blow did make Romes beast to reele , Grew first from thence , from whence a power doth grow , Whose strength hath felt , but ten times more shall feele . Euen to his last most fatall ouerthrow , And now Romes pride , which doth of wonders vant , With wonder thus , may we with wonders dant . How wonderously did God from death defend , A Princes when to certaine death expos'd , Through Iron gates , heauen safties arme did send . And heauens belou'd , from danger safe inclos'd , Heauens saint was saued , that she heauens saints might saue , Heauen vnto her , a crowne and Scepter gaue . How was her life and glorie of her state , By wonder kept from Popish treasons rage , How bloudy was Romes proud intestiue hate . When but her bloud could traytors spite aswage , When wonders were the plots of Romes pretence , Miraculus was then her liues defence . Three and thirtie yeares by treason Rome conspir'd , Her subiects were by oath false traytors sworne , Time , place and meanes , when fit as hell desier'd . Diuels in that instant from their hopes were torne , And heauens Eliza was by wonder seene , From treason kept to liue worlds peerelesse Queene . When Rome in rage a hostill power did raise , By force of sword her kingdomes to inuade , Then to the glorie of her endlesse praise . Eliza was a glorious conqueror made , In spite of all Romes bloudie plots obserued , By miracle she was a Queene preserued . Her great successor by most lawfull right , With how great wonder liued he Scotlands King , When priuat treason and rebellions might . Against his life a Popish strength did bring , By miracle God kept his Maiestie , And gaue to him great Brittans Monarchie . And being once in regald Throne instald , What strange deuice had Roman traytors got , The diuell from hell their hellish practise cald . To be an agent in that damned plot , By miracle it rightly may be sayd , Was brought to light such treason closely layd . These miracles their truth doth farre surpasse , Those idle tales that papists cast at vs , Their lies , their child , their straw , their lying grasse . Are all extinct , by truth miraculus , And thence shall rise where truth confirmes heauens wonder , A strength to breake all falshoods frame in sunder . Though God be powerfull in his safeties arme , Yet hath and must externall meanes be vs'd , We must not thinke we can be kept from harme . If carefull counsell be carelesly refus'd , The grace which God doth graciously bestow , Should teach vs how his pleasures will to know . Then to preuent the craft of Romes proud Pope , And safe to make succeeding happie times , Strike roundly vp the heeles of Popish hope . Race downe those wals by which foule treason climes , The Popish Priest is like the Iesuit naught , Rome hath to both vild treasons lesson taught . Those Priests would worke like labourers in a mine , Vnseene , and Iesuits they should beare the name , To be state traytors , the wounds of bleeding time ▪ But Priests ( poore soules ) worke no such deedes of shame , And yet the Seminarie , or Priest secular , Are as the Iesuits traytors regular . One selfe same rule doth both their workes direct , And to like purpose their restlesse labors striue , For Romes auaile they treasons must protect . And gainst their king each trayterous plot contriue , For when they breake diuine and humane lawes , Then their religion doth defend their cause . Their oylie tongues haue power to perswade , And from the king his subiects hearts to steale , By them indeed are secret traytors made . Whose outward shew can their close thoughts conseale , Their 's strength to much in one vild Priest or two , Amongst vs here ( as Iesuits ) harme to do . The Priest doth scorne an vpstart Iesuit should , By begging creepe into more princely grace , Then they or any shauen pare order could . That are descended from more ancient race , This is the prize their warre doth most assaile , Which of them best can worke for Romes auaile . But in that strife aloft the Iesuit flies , Contenting best princely ambitious eares . They know the grounds of secret pollicie . And kings to Monarches their perswasion reares , They vow they will , this high pitcht note they sing , To Romes allegiance kings and kingdomes bring . The Priest doth scorne the Iesuits brauing course , And flouting thus do ( in derision ) say , Their counsell doth to late repentance force . But Priests do bring more soules to hell then they , The Pope to serue is their contention , Dangers alike craue like preuention . The law is iust that to deaths iudgement thowes , Those that would turne subiects against their king , By popish priests the fruit of treason growes . They vnto vs do greatest danger bring , Those that by them to Rome are reconcild , Proue like themselues in heart , their thoughts as vild . Let iustice then law iustly execute , And by the root plucke vp Romes trayterous plants , Let subiects know obedience is the fruit . That their submission to their Soueraigne grants , Those not allowing their kings supremacie , Giue them no strength , no wealth , no libertie . Who dares not sweare allegiance to his king , But vowes himselfe vnto the Popes behest , Will at the Popes command do any thing . And such a one hides treason in his brest , Let not their countrey vnto them do good , Who Popes to please will sucke their countries bloud . Abhominations desolation , May crosse our hopes although so well begone , By granting forth a Popish dispensation . By meanes whereof may mischiefe still be done . But such whose oath no strength of truth can giue , Soone may they dye , or else exiled liue . Blacke treason then will flie from Brittains coast , When traytors haue no shrouding place allowed , Romes Priest or Iesuit hauing lost their hoast : Will come no more to worke their mischiefes vowd , From Tiber if to swim to vs they striue , At Tyborne then shall all such saints ariue . Then should our peace bring forth of peace the fruits , When Christ his spouse should in her glorie shine , Not being maskt in Antichristian sutes . But like her selfe cloathed in her robes diuine , This is the worke which should to passe be brought , And this to crosse are strange preuentions wrought . Those amongst vs that Romes religion loue , And yet do hate the euils that Pope allow , Let all their actions to their king approue , That vnto him they faith obedience vow , If to their king and countrey faithfull then , Though Papists yet report them honest men . Those of that sort will not our good preuent , Their countries spoyle they 'le not indure to worke , Those traytors that from Rome are hither sent . Shall not consealed in their houses lurke , They chiefly will such vpright course affect , As best may cleere them from foule euils suspect . And such as those be they with fauour vs'd , If ioynd with vs in Secraments and prayer , Without iust cause be not their loues refus'd . Nor let vs of their faith or loue despaire , They may at lest see in truths christall myror , How to wipe out the staines of popish error . But such as are peruersly obstinate , Or bow , or breake by lawes commanding power , Those that to Rome themselues do subiugate . They onely are Romes constant friends not ours , Such in their hearts are to vild mischiefes bent , Wisedome and iudgement must their hopes preuent . Some insolent and most presumptuous proud , Will dare to speake and boast of future hope , There shall ( say they ) a strength remoue the cloud . That hides worlds glorie from worlds holiest Pope , Still their deuice remoues from plot to plot , That one may hold though many prosper not . A circuit large their compast hope doth reach , Wishing to raise a king aboue their owne , The Pope and Iesuits grounded precepts teach . How best may grow to seed that Rome hath sowne , Romes plots , deuices , and inuentions all , Striue most to make great Brittans Monarch fall . Lay hold on time , whilst time is friend to thee , Ioyne where is ioy'nd a strength truth to desend , Let ou'r thy friends , thy foes no conquerors be . Breake not thy bow ere thou begin to bend , When open danger in secret working stayes , Make strong , begin , much dangerous are delayes . The curious sturre that selfe conceited wits , Do wrangling make for cerimoniall rightes , Iustice must cure all those Ague fits , Against our peace their vaine contention fights , The Puritan though rising like a bable , Yet doth his error cause dissentions trouble . Our royall King , at first the Church suruayd , To truths Religion hauing chiefe respect , On holy writ he faiths foundation layd . Vnfaithfull those that to obey neglect , Oh let not such as should obedience preach , By vaine contending vaine contentions teach . Vnitie , we then in vnions concord peace , Where God and nature haue one nation made , By wisedomes law let all dissention cease . Discords blacke cloud spreads a prodigious shade , Vnited loue doth discords strength repell , And sauft best doth in loues vnion dwell . The head and members nature doth compact , That all as one do worke for others good , No ones best ioy doth others harme inact . Nor is the heads great ruling power withstood , Nature expels what gainst her health contendeth , What she defends her certaine good defendeth . Oh may the good of Brittans publicke weale , Be in a blessed peacefull vnion wrought , That done time would her happiest worke reueale , Which should be to a blest conclusion brought , Brittane is safe of world and hell though spited , When in one heart her nations are vnited . Great Brittan then with ioyes contentment smile , In thee a puissant potent power doth liue , From Rome Romes Pope and Papall sea exile . Vnto earths whore her vowed distruction giue , Performe that worke to which by God thou' rt cald , And then thy state is on a rocke instald . With faithfull hearts and constant loyall hands , Let 's ioyne in truth our God and king to serue , Freeing our selues from Sathans Popish bands . Which do from faith and truths obedience swarue , So shall we ioy with conquering triumph still , As Gods true saints on Syons glorious hill . FINIS .