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Emblem II. King Hen. 8. casting off the Popes Supremacy.
We in this Emblem see Romes tott'ring state,Which cannot be upheld by Hell nor Fate.
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For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers
with iniquity; your lips have spoke lyes, your tongue
hath uttered perverseness.
ISA. Chap. 59. v. 3.
Poor fools, your Machinations are as vain
As those, who fought with Heav'n in Heav'n to Reign.
Could from your spurious Soul
No project spring,
But daring to controul
A potent King?
To such a height of impudence you're grown,
Nothing can serve you but anothers Throne.
Could the Popes Consul chuse,
Amongst those thousand Cheats you use,
No better Theam
T'inslave a King,
But to trepan him in a dream?
As if his Guardian-Angel took no care,
To keep him from the snare
This diabolick Counsel laid,
To have his liberty betray'd:
But Heav'n foresaw what Embassy was sent,
And swift as thought did their vile Plot prevent;
Still did his slumbring fancy take
Its nightly ease,
Whilst the unweary'd Soul did wake,
Which from above
Tasted the mighty gifts of Love.
Quiet as death he in his Chamber lay,
Till beams of light,
Shot from eternal day,
Flash'd on his sight,
And shew'd him where the grand Impostor lay.
Then in a rage Majestick, as his frown,
He starts, and hurls the Triple Monster down:
Th'Apostate Angel trembled at the sight,
But straight withdrew,
And on the Dusky wings of night
To'rds Rome he flew;
Where the Cabal expecting the event,
Saw their Embassadour come floundring in;
His eyes shot anger, looks spake discontent,
The true Epitome of each mans sin.
They guess'd the cause, and without any stay,
Priest, Devil, Jesuit, slunk quite away,
And left the business for another day.
As those, who fought with Heav'n in Heav'n to Reign.
Could from your spurious Soul
No project spring,
But daring to controul
A potent King?
To such a height of impudence you're grown,
Nothing can serve you but anothers Throne.
Could the Popes Consul chuse,
Amongst those thousand Cheats you use,
No better Theam
T'inslave a King,
But to trepan him in a dream?
As if his Guardian-Angel took no care,
To keep him from the snare
This diabolick Counsel laid,
To have his liberty betray'd:
But Heav'n foresaw what Embassy was sent,
And swift as thought did their vile Plot prevent;
Still did his slumbring fancy take
Its nightly ease,
Whilst the unweary'd Soul did wake,
Which from above
Tasted the mighty gifts of Love.
Quiet as death he in his Chamber lay,
Till beams of light,
Shot from eternal day,
Flash'd on his sight,
And shew'd him where the grand Impostor lay.
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He starts, and hurls the Triple Monster down:
Th'Apostate Angel trembled at the sight,
But straight withdrew,
And on the Dusky wings of night
To'rds Rome he flew;
Where the Cabal expecting the event,
Saw their Embassadour come floundring in;
His eyes shot anger, looks spake discontent,
The true Epitome of each mans sin.
They guess'd the cause, and without any stay,
Priest, Devil, Jesuit, slunk quite away,
And left the business for another day.
We need not fear but Rome will totter down,
And at thy feet cast her Abortive Crown;
If still thy holy Angel sweep along,
And guard thy Church from the conspiring throng.
And at thy feet cast her Abortive Crown;
If still thy holy Angel sweep along,
And guard thy Church from the conspiring throng.
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