Emblema. 22. Antichristi effigies.
Ad doctissimura virum D. Whitakers, strenuum Evangelij adversus Antichristianos satellites propugnatorem.
The Translation.
Loe with ten hornes a dragon red,
The harlot hereupon doeth ride,
VVith purple robes, and crowne on head,
A deadly cup she hath beside.
To her euen kings do bow the knee,
Thus Antichrist deciphered see
As if in marble grauen were hee.
He sits at Rome, where was times past
Th'empire, of him kings hold in fee,
With heresie he the world doth waste,
A bloudie one, yet God would be.
The city with seauen hilles beset,
Is Rome it selfe, to be seene yet.
Who sitt'h in Church, and claims Christs place,
And roome to haue, and glad would raigne,
Who doth Gods word so much disgrace,
By Tiber sitt'h, as did Sibill faine,
His bonnet white, Pontifex his name?
The Pope him selfe, that thinkes it no shame:
Whome doth Gods word already wound,
And feare none other weapons need:
The Pope, whome Gospell doth confound,
God graunt his truth may with all speede,
This mistie darkenes away chace,
And when he com'th, him vtterly deface.
