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ROMES DOWNEFALL.
Vanish away ye birds of vgly night,Which with the Owle cānot endure the light;
The light hath all your knauerie bewrai'd,
And to the view of all the world it laid.
Your neasts are found, your filthinesse descride,
Then pack away, no longer here abide.
All know your rites are but mens phantasies,
To liue in ease, and blind the simples eies.
Your Masse is knowne a breaden-God to bee,
Of all that haue but halfe an eye to see.
Y'are worse then Iudas, so your deedes bewray;
He did for thirtie pence the Lord betray:
You make of Christ euen as you list, as many
Your curses and excommunications,
With bell, booke, candle, are but Euen songs,
Which you for Lucifer your maisters sake
With Heathinish and Iudaicall rites do make.
Your thūdring Buls may serue to scar the crowes,
Your Trentalls, Dirges, are but idle showes.
Your Iesuits and Priests are Locusts breed,
Which from the Lake that's bottomles proceed.
But what do I your filthinesse recite,
Whereof the whole world hath a perfect sight.
You long haue looked for (as you did say)
To see the time when you should haue a day:
Whereby you ment (as all men well do know)
Elizaes death should worke our ouerthrow.
O! But is not your hope frustrate and vaine?
Succeedeth not King Iames our Soueraigne?
Though she possesse a place among the dead?
What, is she dead? how failed your intent?
Because God had ordaind your punishment.
The Beast must fall you sit so safely on,
That strumpet vile the whore of Babilon.
Now is the time that God will vengeance take
Vpon that whore which all the world did make
Drunke, with her whoredome and Idolatrie,
Which reached vp vnto the cloudie skie.
For now her former sinnes are come to light,
Before the face of Ioues eternall might:
And as shee hath with sinne rewarded him,
So he will fill her cup euen to the brim,
And make her of his fiercest wrath to drinke,
Till she to nothing vtterly do sinke.
As she delighted bloud of Saints to spill,
So he will giue her bloud to drinke her fill.
The Antichristian Church of Rome, for so
The Angell vnto Iohn the same expounded,
A Citie that vpon seuen hilles was founded.
No Citie on seuen hilles is built but Rome,
Then Rome it is, must haue this deadly doome.
The Riuer Euphrates now dries away,
To make her to the Kings of th'earth a pray:
The kingdome of the beast becomes obscure,
By preaching of Christs glorious Gospell pure:
And more and more shal hence-forth day by day,
Vntill it come to ruine and decay.
Which God accomplish, when he sees the same
Most opportune to glorifie his name:
That all may see't, and seeing, say with Iohn,
It's falne, it's falne, falne is great Babilon.
FINIS
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