A New Yeares Gifte, dedicated to the Popes Holinesse and all Catholikes addicted to the Sea of Rome: preferred the first day of Ianuarie, in the yeare of our Lorde God, after the course and computation of the Romanistes, one thousand, fiue hundreth, seauentie and nine, by B. G. [i.e. Bernard Garter]... In recompence of diuers singular and inestimable Reliques, of late sent by the said Popes Holinesse into England, the true figures and representations whereof, are heereafter in their places dilated |
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Inuectiues against the Pope.
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Inuectiues against the Pope.
[Pasquillus' invective against the Pope.]
Which may be thus Englished:
Oh Rome farewell, the sights I see suffize: Ile backe again.But, whē I wil be baud, or whore, or scolde, thine am I then.
[Mantuan's invective against the Pope.]
In English thus:
If Rome yeeld aught, they are but toyes, she taketh glistring goldeFor words: alas, Rome nowe by coyne, hir royall raigne doth hold.
Conclusio.
We see the bird ful braue abroad, and free from euery ill,Is brought to baine through Fowlers fraude vnsweete recording quill:
The hony harlots sugred speach so snares the minde of man,
As wisest wits, in wantons webbe, is tangled nowe and than.
But beaten fishe can safely swimme, and by a piercing looke
Foresee the fraud of fishers arte, and stunne both bayte & hooke.
So he that stirs his beaten barke, by compasse, carde, and skill,
At laste obtaines his wished porte, & holds himself harmlesse stil.
No fish nor foule by craft nor skill, nor youth by female fraudes
Haue bin deceivde, as al the world hath bin by Romish gaudes.
An apple or an egge, may call a child to Butchers boule,
The Pope by baggage, beads, and buls, hath bittē many a soule,
His blyssyngs eise haue made vs blyth, who hath not feard his curse,
His buzzing bees haue bleard our eies, whiles falshod fild their purse.
What Diuel bewitched worldly wits, yt none estate could scape,
But gaue their goodes (as if it nere) for mowing of an Ape.
Nay worse, for happy had we bin, if none but coine were lost:
We left our God and folowed Baal, & bought ye Diuel with cost.
Shake off therefore this costly course, and be men nowe beware,
Of fisher, fouler, foxe or Diuell, the Pope hath craftiest snare.
Foresee therefore in time, his Charibdes and his Scill.
The compasse of the worde of God auoydes the daungers still:
And brings thy beaten barke, from storms to port in perfite rest,
Where through the bloud of Iesus Christ, his saincts for aye are blest.
To which, when yt our noble N. hath livde the age of Noe
And beaten & quite conquered Baal: God sēd hir soule with ioy.
And graunt eche subiect still to see, that vnder Christ in earth,
For England is no supreame head, but Queene Elizabeth.
Send loyaltie and loue in al, confound hir foes, and then
Shall Babilon be ouerthrowen: whiche graunt oh God. Amen.
B. G.
Finis.
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