The practise of the Diuell The auncient poisoned practices of the Diuell, in his Papistes, against the true professors of Gods holy worde, in these our latter dayes. Newlie set forth by L. Ramsey |
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The Practise of the Diuell.
I Sathan
most cursed, and childe of perdition,
Enuy hate and malice, the tyme that is present:
Spytefully complayning, in euery condition,
Against all the world, and all States resident:
For putting downe the Pope, my Uicar superintendent,
Oh England, England, thou bringest me in a rage,
By Preaching true Doctrine, in this thy latter age.
Enuy hate and malice, the tyme that is present:
Spytefully complayning, in euery condition,
Against all the world, and all States resident:
For putting downe the Pope, my Uicar superintendent,
Oh England, England, thou bringest me in a rage,
By Preaching true Doctrine, in this thy latter age.
But seeing that from Heauen, for pride I was cast,
Downe into the Helles, in paines perpetuall:
Assure then your selues, as long as tyme shall last,
Like a roring Lyon, ann Tiger tyrannycall:
I wyll poyson your hearts, with sectes diabolicall,
With Atheists, with Papists, with Epicures and Scribes,
As Caine and Beniamyne, were horror to the Tribes.
Downe into the Helles, in paines perpetuall:
Assure then your selues, as long as tyme shall last,
Like a roring Lyon, ann Tiger tyrannycall:
I wyll poyson your hearts, with sectes diabolicall,
With Atheists, with Papists, with Epicures and Scribes,
As Caine and Beniamyne, were horror to the Tribes.
I will rayse vp Sedicion, Lust and selfe Loue,
Wylfulnesse and Ignoraunce, and carnall affection:
That God and all Ueritie, I will seeke to reproue,
Reuerting their mindes, to diuelish subiection:
By slaundering and lying, to breede such infection,
That all honest meaning, both of young and olde,
Shall cleane be peruerted, and voide of all holde.
Wylfulnesse and Ignoraunce, and carnall affection:
That God and all Ueritie, I will seeke to reproue,
Reuerting their mindes, to diuelish subiection:
By slaundering and lying, to breede such infection,
That all honest meaning, both of young and olde,
Shall cleane be peruerted, and voide of all holde.
Anabaptists and Arrians, shall euery where associate,
Pelagians and Libertines, in lyke shall beare a sway:
Usurers and dissemblers, by clusters shall accumulate,
That none shall trust other, afore the latter day:
Treason, theft, and murder, shall one an other slay.
By Magick and Witchery, I mynde you so to trouble,
That one sinne afore, shall nowe be ten double.
Pelagians and Libertines, in lyke shall beare a sway:
Usurers and dissemblers, by clusters shall accumulate,
That none shall trust other, afore the latter day:
Treason, theft, and murder, shall one an other slay.
By Magick and Witchery, I mynde you so to trouble,
That one sinne afore, shall nowe be ten double.
Parasites and Flatterers, I wyll make so to abound,
That Trueth shalbe defaced and stand aloofe behinde:
Auarice and Couetousnesse, shall compasse euerie ground,
That fewe shall haue credite, freendship to finde,
Wauerers and Neuters shall houer in the winde,
That Sycophants and brablers, preheminence shall haue,
To predicate and iudicate, before the wyse and graue.
That Trueth shalbe defaced and stand aloofe behinde:
Auarice and Couetousnesse, shall compasse euerie ground,
That fewe shall haue credite, freendship to finde,
Wauerers and Neuters shall houer in the winde,
That Sycophants and brablers, preheminence shall haue,
To predicate and iudicate, before the wyse and graue.
Hypocrisie, I knowe my Childe to be assured,
To lyue in all Ages, he hath Wit sufficient:
In all kindes of Religion, he is well inured,
A Doctor in all Artes, to propone an argument:
Square Cappe and Typpet, the fellowe shalbe decent,
To creepe in among them, his practises to endeuer,
That I the Diuell his father, may extoll him for euer.
To lyue in all Ages, he hath Wit sufficient:
In all kindes of Religion, he is well inured,
A Doctor in all Artes, to propone an argument:
Square Cappe and Typpet, the fellowe shalbe decent,
To creepe in among them, his practises to endeuer,
That I the Diuell his father, may extoll him for euer.
Blasphemy and Periurie, shalbe mates for the rout,
Flatterie and lying, shalbe counted great curtesie:
With Whordome, I wyll infect the world throughout,
And that shalbe Loue, cloked with great honestie,
Dronkennesse & Gluttony, shalbe counted great temperancy.
Couetousnesse Wisdome, Wantonnesse but Youth,
These are my practises, to blot or dym the Trueth.
Flatterie and lying, shalbe counted great curtesie:
With Whordome, I wyll infect the world throughout,
And that shalbe Loue, cloked with great honestie,
Dronkennesse & Gluttony, shalbe counted great temperancy.
Couetousnesse Wisdome, Wantonnesse but Youth,
These are my practises, to blot or dym the Trueth.
Infamie and slaunder, shall runne from place to place,
Against Gods Preachers, or professors of the same:
Terming them Puritans, if ought they haue of Grace,
Exclayming of theyr lyberties, to hinder theyr good name:
All that euer is right, I wyll bring out of frame.
For the malice I beare, to England at this season,
I wyll styrre vp vnspeakable, diuers kindes of Treason.
Against Gods Preachers, or professors of the same:
Terming them Puritans, if ought they haue of Grace,
Exclayming of theyr lyberties, to hinder theyr good name:
All that euer is right, I wyll bring out of frame.
For the malice I beare, to England at this season,
I wyll styrre vp vnspeakable, diuers kindes of Treason.
By Magicke and Sorcerie, such practise I wyll worke,
Respecting no degree, if of God he doo smell:
More cruell then the Tiger, more diuellishe then the Turke,
More madder then Saule, more vyle then Iezabell:
More stubborne then Pharao, more false then Achytophell.
More traytor then Iudas, more vnnaturall then Caine,
More villaine then Absalon, which by Ioab was slaine.
Respecting no degree, if of God he doo smell:
More cruell then the Tiger, more diuellishe then the Turke,
More madder then Saule, more vyle then Iezabell:
More stubborne then Pharao, more false then Achytophell.
More traytor then Iudas, more vnnaturall then Caine,
More villaine then Absalon, which by Ioab was slaine.
More Tyraunt then Antyochus, or any of his kinde,
As Herode or Nero, that tyraunt most odious:
With Phalaris and Domitian, with thousands I could finde,
That to God in this world, haue bene most opprobrious:
But yet in respect of my minde malicious,
They are all but counterfeyts, to that which I intende,
For the spyte that I beare, to the world in th' ende.
As Herode or Nero, that tyraunt most odious:
With Phalaris and Domitian, with thousands I could finde,
That to God in this world, haue bene most opprobrious:
But yet in respect of my minde malicious,
They are all but counterfeyts, to that which I intende,
For the spyte that I beare, to the world in th' ende.
Lyke a roring Lyon, I rampe, stampe, and stare,
Watching iust howre, my praye to obtayne:
Aryse Infidelytie, voyde of all care,
Aryse Hypocrisie, thy Father to maintayne:
Aryse Suspicion, and all Ceremonies vayne,
Aryse vp ranke heresies, against God and his Christ,
Aryse my Papistes, and defend the Pope your Preest.
Watching iust howre, my praye to obtayne:
Aryse Infidelytie, voyde of all care,
Aryse Hypocrisie, thy Father to maintayne:
Aryse Suspicion, and all Ceremonies vayne,
Aryse vp ranke heresies, against God and his Christ,
Aryse my Papistes, and defend the Pope your Preest.
Aryse vp Dunce and Dorbell, and stande to your Sacrament,
And spare for no Logicke, theyr natures to alienate:
Of Breade into Flesh, I thinke it conuenient,
And Wine into Blood, quicke for to translate:
I might be more finer, with transubstanciate.
But ye knowe my meaning, my owne sweete Boyes,
I speake to you Papistes, to reuiue my ioyes.
And spare for no Logicke, theyr natures to alienate:
Of Breade into Flesh, I thinke it conuenient,
And Wine into Blood, quicke for to translate:
I might be more finer, with transubstanciate.
But ye knowe my meaning, my owne sweete Boyes,
I speake to you Papistes, to reuiue my ioyes.
Peter Lombardus, and Thomas of Aquyne,
Eckius and Anselm, Prelates of some trust:
Aryse I say quickly, with your doctrine Serpentine,
And fyll me the worlde, with your ranke Rebell rust:
Your Bookes dooth remaine, though your bodyes be dust.
Whereby that some seede, in this time may growe,
To the prayse of your father, which full well ye doo knowe.
Eckius and Anselm, Prelates of some trust:
Aryse I say quickly, with your doctrine Serpentine,
And fyll me the worlde, with your ranke Rebell rust:
Your Bookes dooth remaine, though your bodyes be dust.
Whereby that some seede, in this time may growe,
To the prayse of your father, which full well ye doo knowe.
Aryse vp Hyldebrand, for nowe it is hye tyme,
To poyson the world, by one meane other:
Thrust in all helpes, slaunder, lye, and cryme,
Playe as Alphoncius, played by his owne Brother:
Stryke out theyr braines, be it Father or Mother,
As Cayne did Abell, and I wyll you reward,
With wylde fire and Brimstone, or else it shall goe hard.
To poyson the world, by one meane other:
Thrust in all helpes, slaunder, lye, and cryme,
Playe as Alphoncius, played by his owne Brother:
Stryke out theyr braines, be it Father or Mother,
As Cayne did Abell, and I wyll you reward,
With wylde fire and Brimstone, or else it shall goe hard.
Aryse vp Becket, Traytor to thy King,
Sweate, sweare and swell, against all those proceedinges:
That fayth, lyght, or life, by any meanes bring,
Resist it betymes, and I will furder your speedinges:
And what I can doo, to hinder theyr feedinges,
Assure your selues, as Sathan is my name,
An aduersary I am, and will perfourme the same.
Sweate, sweare and swell, against all those proceedinges:
That fayth, lyght, or life, by any meanes bring,
Resist it betymes, and I will furder your speedinges:
And what I can doo, to hinder theyr feedinges,
Assure your selues, as Sathan is my name,
An aduersary I am, and will perfourme the same.
Aryse vp Donston, Wolston, and Gooderick,
Aryse vp all ye Scorpions of Rome:
Aryse vp Benedick, Frauncis, and Domynick,
Aryse vp all the Papisticall some:
Out with your Portises, and defend my kingdome?
Your Grayelles, and Antyueners, Legendare and all,
Crosse, Cope, and Candlestick, is else lyke to fall.
Aryse vp all ye Scorpions of Rome:
Aryse vp Benedick, Frauncis, and Domynick,
Aryse vp all the Papisticall some:
Out with your Portises, and defend my kingdome?
Your Grayelles, and Antyueners, Legendare and all,
Crosse, Cope, and Candlestick, is else lyke to fall.
Beswinge them with holy Water, & ring out your Bels,
Blinde them with Pardons, disple downe theyr sinnes:
Bleare them with Idols, and many thinges els,
As Dirge, Mattens, and Masse, for scabbes and sore shinnes:
Some of Requiem some of Scala cali, not worth two pinnes,
Yet out with them, though I am driuen to that neede,
That all will be to lytle, nowe to doo the deede.
Blinde them with Pardons, disple downe theyr sinnes:
Bleare them with Idols, and many thinges els,
As Dirge, Mattens, and Masse, for scabbes and sore shinnes:
Some of Requiem some of Scala cali, not worth two pinnes,
Yet out with them, though I am driuen to that neede,
That all will be to lytle, nowe to doo the deede.
Stand to it Stapleton, Dorman and Harding,
And Rastall that rakehell, to mainteyne my order:
Bonner and Gardener, are worth the regarding,
For keeping my Articles, so long in this border:
Oh Story, Story, thou art worthy of Recorder,
Thou stoodst to it stoutly, against God and King,
And at Tiborne desperatly, gaue me an offering.
And Rastall that rakehell, to mainteyne my order:
Bonner and Gardener, are worth the regarding,
For keeping my Articles, so long in this border:
Oh Story, Story, thou art worthy of Recorder,
Thou stoodst to it stoutly, against God and King,
And at Tiborne desperatly, gaue me an offering.
Frier Forrest, and all his mery mates,
Dyd yeeld me the like, with heart and good will:
They puld of their Cowles, and hangd all saue the pates,
In the honour of me, and thought it not yll:
And Sir Thomas More, likewise at Tower hyll,
Lost there his head, for denying the King,
To be supreame head, and for no other thing.
Dyd yeeld me the like, with heart and good will:
They puld of their Cowles, and hangd all saue the pates,
In the honour of me, and thought it not yll:
And Sir Thomas More, likewise at Tower hyll,
Lost there his head, for denying the King,
To be supreame head, and for no other thing.
What should I speake, what feates haue bene wrought,
By Hypocrites and Papistes, my Children naturall:
What Rebellion and sedicion, by them hath bene sought,
Against King and Realme, it is knowen in generall:
Lincolneshyre, and Yorkshyre, were first the originall,
And then came the West partes, with courage lustily,
To defend the Masse, and the groundes of Papistry.
By Hypocrites and Papistes, my Children naturall:
What Rebellion and sedicion, by them hath bene sought,
Against King and Realme, it is knowen in generall:
Lincolneshyre, and Yorkshyre, were first the originall,
And then came the West partes, with courage lustily,
To defend the Masse, and the groundes of Papistry.
But nowe alas, their cloyning is so spide,
That no way but flye, quite ouer the Sea:
In England but a fewe, in respect I can hide:
The Gospell so bewrayes their obscured knauerie.
But yet some doe scape, by the meane of Hypocrisie,
And beares it out braglie, and little will say,
For fewe woordes is best, they hope for a day.
That no way but flye, quite ouer the Sea:
In England but a fewe, in respect I can hide:
The Gospell so bewrayes their obscured knauerie.
But yet some doe scape, by the meane of Hypocrisie,
And beares it out braglie, and little will say,
For fewe woordes is best, they hope for a day.
And these that are fled, out of Countreyes foyle,
Haue friendshippe priuelie to their contentation,
And watche for the vauntage, to come to some spoyle,
Greeting by Letters, their whole generation,
By subtill cyphering, is their demonstration,
Alluring the rest, to stand to their hope,
That the day is comming to haue againe their Pope.
Haue friendshippe priuelie to their contentation,
And watche for the vauntage, to come to some spoyle,
Greeting by Letters, their whole generation,
By subtill cyphering, is their demonstration,
Alluring the rest, to stand to their hope,
That the day is comming to haue againe their Pope.
Well, I will helpe, and reason to you knowe,
To plant in these plaintiues, with all that I can:
With all deuise possible, to seeke to ouerthrowe,
All true obedience, and fidelitie from man:
Therefore marke what I say, and marke what I scan,
By Hypocrisie and pollycie, as I sayd before,
I will augment my kingdome, twise as much more.
To plant in these plaintiues, with all that I can:
With all deuise possible, to seeke to ouerthrowe,
All true obedience, and fidelitie from man:
Therefore marke what I say, and marke what I scan,
By Hypocrisie and pollycie, as I sayd before,
I will augment my kingdome, twise as much more.
One thousand yeeres, in captiuitie I was,
And so restrayned from my libertie and will:
That nothing to my purpose, I could bring to passe,
Which nowe makes me hungrie, to worke double yll:
Respecting no person, but all I would kill,
By all deuise possible, to infect them with euill,
Loe, this is my practise, being Sathan the deuill.
And so restrayned from my libertie and will:
That nothing to my purpose, I could bring to passe,
Which nowe makes me hungrie, to worke double yll:
Respecting no person, but all I would kill,
By all deuise possible, to infect them with euill,
Loe, this is my practise, being Sathan the deuill.
Wherefore my owne Boyes, ye Papists in generall,
Masculine and Feminine, of eyther kinde and gender:
Woorke for your Father, and his kingdome infernall,
That double torments, for your paines I may render:
Blase out my benefites, that they be not slender,
Kingdomes I can giue, beauty and renowne.
To as many as before me, will stoope and sail downe.
Masculine and Feminine, of eyther kinde and gender:
Woorke for your Father, and his kingdome infernall,
That double torments, for your paines I may render:
Blase out my benefites, that they be not slender,
Kingdomes I can giue, beauty and renowne.
To as many as before me, will stoope and sail downe.
Regard not these Preachers, but sclaunder them as thus,
That they be but men, and preach for lucres sake:
Againe, howe they are prowde, and too too couetous,
Uicious, lasciuious, and can both marre and make:
Praters and lyers, which nothing doe but crake;
And howe that their Wiues, are like in their degrees,
Lyke Curtizans of Venice, for ought that all men sees.
That they be but men, and preach for lucres sake:
Againe, howe they are prowde, and too too couetous,
Uicious, lasciuious, and can both marre and make:
Praters and lyers, which nothing doe but crake;
And howe that their Wiues, are like in their degrees,
Lyke Curtizans of Venice, for ought that all men sees.
Their Children are by Lawe, called Illegitymate,
Holde in that Lawe to proue their Mariage vile:
And seeke by all meanes, their doinges to contaminate,
To bring in contempt, and Gods world to exile:
Be craftie my Boyes, these Protestants to beguile,
Be Usurers among them, and doe what ye can,
Against right and reason, to hurt euerie man.
Holde in that Lawe to proue their Mariage vile:
And seeke by all meanes, their doinges to contaminate,
To bring in contempt, and Gods world to exile:
Be craftie my Boyes, these Protestants to beguile,
Be Usurers among them, and doe what ye can,
Against right and reason, to hurt euerie man.
I charge my saite Papists, of wealth and high degree
That hath Uicaridge on Beneficee in their hands to bestowe:
To giue it those New{t}ers which knowes not A from B.
Nor yet can discerne the Pie from the Crowe:
They are Curates good in ough, they stand but for a showe,
To mumble out the matter, of that which comes next,
Making men beleeue, that their lyes is the text.
That hath Uicaridge on Beneficee in their hands to bestowe:
To giue it those New{t}ers which knowes not A from B.
Nor yet can discerne the Pie from the Crowe:
They are Curates good in ough, they stand but for a showe,
To mumble out the matter, of that which comes next,
Making men beleeue, that their lyes is the text.
Then let the learned sort, of the Papistes & doe meane,
Powder so their Phrases, with reasons sophisticall:
Alledging auncient custome, and what to fore hath bene,
From Fathers vnto Fathers, and Bishops pontificall:
From Councell to Councell, and lawes Canpuy call,
To say it must be thus, and that standes with Lawe,
Though Scripture to the contrary, cōmaūdeth it to drawe.
Powder so their Phrases, with reasons sophisticall:
Alledging auncient custome, and what to fore hath bene,
From Fathers vnto Fathers, and Bishops pontificall:
From Councell to Councell, and lawes Canpuy call,
To say it must be thus, and that standes with Lawe,
Though Scripture to the contrary, cōmaūdeth it to drawe.
And euer keepe in corners, a Psalter of Saint Mary,
A Challice and a Pare, for Masse if neede require:
A Crewsible and a Stone, called Superaltary,
A Ship for your Franckencense, and a Pan for your Fire:
A Saints bell beside, to ring all in the Quire,
That when the blessed Host, shall come ouer his head,
The verie body of Christe, a lye in forme of bread.
A Challice and a Pare, for Masse if neede require:
A Crewsible and a Stone, called Superaltary,
A Ship for your Franckencense, and a Pan for your Fire:
A Saints bell beside, to ring all in the Quire,
That when the blessed Host, shall come ouer his head,
The verie body of Christe, a lye in forme of bread.
As for Uestments and Coapes, excuse them by pretence,
That Cushins and Curtens, of them ye will make:
If ye chaunce to be spied, ye see that the offence,
Is but a hundred Markes, for our God in a Cake:
Ye shalbe borne withall beside, for your freendes sake,
The penaltie is not great, I thinke it not too mych,
Because that I doe knowe, my Papistes are too rych.
That Cushins and Curtens, of them ye will make:
If ye chaunce to be spied, ye see that the offence,
Is but a hundred Markes, for our God in a Cake:
Ye shalbe borne withall beside, for your freendes sake,
The penaltie is not great, I thinke it not too mych,
Because that I doe knowe, my Papistes are too rych.
Externlie be couetous, and cappe to euery Dogge,
Giue openlie to the poore, that all the world may see:
In secrete be as gentle, as any rauening Hogge,
And for loue giue nothing, but all for vaine glorie:
Exclude the Scriptures, and byd them reade the storie
Of Robin hood, and Guye, which was both tall and stout,
And Beuis of Southampton, to seeke the matter out.
Giue openlie to the poore, that all the world may see:
In secrete be as gentle, as any rauening Hogge,
And for loue giue nothing, but all for vaine glorie:
Exclude the Scriptures, and byd them reade the storie
Of Robin hood, and Guye, which was both tall and stout,
And Beuis of Southampton, to seeke the matter out.
With these and such lyke, perswade them day by day,
To reade and learne, yea perfectly by hart:
The Scriptures will but breede, great heresies, so say,
And make them to dispayre, in searching euery part:
Byd them followe their vocation, and that is Plough & Cart,
For Tinckers and Coblers, it is nothing conuenient,
To desire to know the waight of Gods commaundement.
To reade and learne, yea perfectly by hart:
The Scriptures will but breede, great heresies, so say,
And make them to dispayre, in searching euery part:
Byd them followe their vocation, and that is Plough & Cart,
For Tinckers and Coblers, it is nothing conuenient,
To desire to know the waight of Gods commaundement.
Make their burthens heauie, and yours to be but lyght,
As the Pharasies dyd, to whome was cried woe:
And more then this, ye must call the blacke all whight,
And the whyte the blacke, with other lyings moe:
And how that sprites doe walke, if one doe crye but boe,
And that Soules in purgatorie, for pardon still doe crye,
For a thousand dayes and od, and say it is no lye.
As the Pharasies dyd, to whome was cried woe:
And more then this, ye must call the blacke all whight,
And the whyte the blacke, with other lyings moe:
And how that sprites doe walke, if one doe crye but boe,
And that Soules in purgatorie, for pardon still doe crye,
For a thousand dayes and od, and say it is no lye.
For other kinde of Ceremonies, that holy is to name,
As holy Water, holy Bread, holy Fire, holy Oyle:
Holy Beades, holy Candle, holy Smoke, holy Flame,
Holy Ground, holy Church, holy Sanctuary soyle:
Holy Bels, holy Banners, holy Horse, holy Moyle,
These are the common people to induse,
By the reason that long time, hath brought them out of vse.
As holy Water, holy Bread, holy Fire, holy Oyle:
Holy Beades, holy Candle, holy Smoke, holy Flame,
Holy Ground, holy Church, holy Sanctuary soyle:
Holy Bels, holy Banners, holy Horse, holy Moyle,
These are the common people to induse,
By the reason that long time, hath brought them out of vse.
But if the world chaunge, as you looke that it should,
And as my Magicians, by Arte so dooth hope,
Assure your selues Uillaines, and thereof be bold,
These Ceremonies shall vp, by the power of the Pope:
Yea, and the Sacrament too, shalbe hangd in a Rope,
Ouer the hye Alter, as it was wont to bee,
And honored as God, both with cap and knee.
And as my Magicians, by Arte so dooth hope,
Assure your selues Uillaines, and thereof be bold,
These Ceremonies shall vp, by the power of the Pope:
Yea, and the Sacrament too, shalbe hangd in a Rope,
Ouer the hye Alter, as it was wont to bee,
And honored as God, both with cap and knee.
Munkes, Nunnes and Friers, black, white, and graie,
Chanons, Anckres, and Anckresses, all shall vp againe:
Pilgrimages, and Chappels, standing by the hie waie,
Crosses, single and double, for Saint Iones to be plaine:
Gang dayes, and Procession, with other trifles vaine,
Displing and Confession, for our sinnes in Lent,
All must vp againe, my Papistes hath so ment.
Chanons, Anckres, and Anckresses, all shall vp againe:
Pilgrimages, and Chappels, standing by the hie waie,
Crosses, single and double, for Saint Iones to be plaine:
Gang dayes, and Procession, with other trifles vaine,
Displing and Confession, for our sinnes in Lent,
All must vp againe, my Papistes hath so ment.
Practise, prate and Coniure, plaie Siluesters part,
Or Hildebrand that hell hound most execrable:
Poison Prince, or King, and consume them by Arte,
As diuers haue bene stirred, by the Romish rable:
Flatter, lye, and cogge, at euerie mans Table,
Hauing blinde Prophecies, and whisper in their eare,
That ere long we shall haue, great chaunge of this geare.
Or Hildebrand that hell hound most execrable:
Poison Prince, or King, and consume them by Arte,
As diuers haue bene stirred, by the Romish rable:
Flatter, lye, and cogge, at euerie mans Table,
Hauing blinde Prophecies, and whisper in their eare,
That ere long we shall haue, great chaunge of this geare.
Hang together lyke burres, against these prating Protestants,
Charge them to liue ill, and out of all good order:
Terme them breeders of sects, and painted Presicians,
And howe they Preache for money, in euerie border:
Seeke Scriptures against them, and many a false Recorder.
Beelie them in corners, yet flatter to their face,
Till iust time shall serue, their state to disgrace.
Charge them to liue ill, and out of all good order:
Terme them breeders of sects, and painted Presicians,
And howe they Preache for money, in euerie border:
Seeke Scriptures against them, and many a false Recorder.
Beelie them in corners, yet flatter to their face,
Till iust time shall serue, their state to disgrace.
Your nature of it selfe, hath practises vnspeakable,
As occasion serueth, so prosecute your mindes:
And I your olde Father, wyll be to you as fauourable,
And worke by all meanes, to furder your kindes:
Seeme Angels of lyght, which all the world blindes,
But be verie Woolues, if neede doe so require,
That once againe in time, we may haue our desire.
As occasion serueth, so prosecute your mindes:
And I your olde Father, wyll be to you as fauourable,
And worke by all meanes, to furder your kindes:
Seeme Angels of lyght, which all the world blindes,
But be verie Woolues, if neede doe so require,
That once againe in time, we may haue our desire.
Persecute these Protestants, as long as ye haue breath,
Ye see in securitie, they lull them selues a sleepe:
Fraught with all ydlenesse, and great feares of death,
Tymerous and weake, faynt hearted lyke Sheepe,
Breakers of promise, no touch they wyll keepe,
The Papist is more constant, for all their protestation,
And so giue it out, to euerie Congregation.
Ye see in securitie, they lull them selues a sleepe:
Fraught with all ydlenesse, and great feares of death,
Tymerous and weake, faynt hearted lyke Sheepe,
Breakers of promise, no touch they wyll keepe,
The Papist is more constant, for all their protestation,
And so giue it out, to euerie Congregation.
These and such sclaunders, on them ye must rayse,
As carnall cauyllers, to maynteyne their affection:
Lyke flatterers and dissemblers, in these latter dayes,
Not seeing their selues, but all others correction:
Proude puffed Prelates, which standes vpon election,
Precise Hypocrites, rebukers of others workes,
When secretly them selues, are worse then any Turkes.
As carnall cauyllers, to maynteyne their affection:
Lyke flatterers and dissemblers, in these latter dayes,
Not seeing their selues, but all others correction:
Proude puffed Prelates, which standes vpon election,
Precise Hypocrites, rebukers of others workes,
When secretly them selues, are worse then any Turkes.
Thus ye must handle, your cloynings by clouting,
And whisper in corners, this world wyll not last:
In euerie honest thing, make you a doubting,
To turne all good meanings, as a iugling cast:
That thing that's to come, say you it is past.
As the Resurrection, the cheefe hope and ioy:
Like Saduces and Epicures, seeke you it to annoy.
And whisper in corners, this world wyll not last:
In euerie honest thing, make you a doubting,
To turne all good meanings, as a iugling cast:
That thing that's to come, say you it is past.
As the Resurrection, the cheefe hope and ioy:
Like Saduces and Epicures, seeke you it to annoy.
I speake to you Papists, which are of some calling,
Setled in security, no Lawe to detect you:
Face out these Protestants, with facing and bralling,
Calling them beggers, and why should they correct you:
Ye haue Statute against them, if they once suspect you,
Or call you Papists, eyther though Papists ye be:
Suffer no such crime, against your Hypocrisie.
Setled in security, no Lawe to detect you:
Face out these Protestants, with facing and bralling,
Calling them beggers, and why should they correct you:
Ye haue Statute against them, if they once suspect you,
Or call you Papists, eyther though Papists ye be:
Suffer no such crime, against your Hypocrisie.
Other meanes there is, and marke my practise well,
Linke with them in Marrage, much for honors sake:
Your Sōnes with their Daughters, for a thing that I smell,
Your Daughters with their Sonnes, will ioynter to take:
This coniunction copulatiue, I my selfe will make,
Knowing that the Woman, within a yeere or twaine,
Will turne my new Gospeller, to olde custome againe.
Linke with them in Marrage, much for honors sake:
Your Sōnes with their Daughters, for a thing that I smell,
Your Daughters with their Sonnes, will ioynter to take:
This coniunction copulatiue, I my selfe will make,
Knowing that the Woman, within a yeere or twaine,
Will turne my new Gospeller, to olde custome againe.
As Iezabell did Achab, oh my owne Deuise,
As the Amonites and Edomytes, caused the wise Salomon,
To commit Idolatrie, and the hie God to despise,
So let your Daughters be the lyke patron:
And to make them beleeue, there is no God to Mammon,
Drawing their mindes; both at bed and at bord,
Cleane from the trueth, and to deny the Lord.
As the Amonites and Edomytes, caused the wise Salomon,
To commit Idolatrie, and the hie God to despise,
So let your Daughters be the lyke patron:
And to make them beleeue, there is no God to Mammon,
Drawing their mindes; both at bed and at bord,
Cleane from the trueth, and to deny the Lord.
Also I charge you, to succor helpe and aide,
All obscure Papistes, yea, Traytors in effect:
Blinde Chaplaines in your houses, you neede not be afraide,
The Lawes hath that charitie, that none shall you correct.
Let Scholemaisters likewise all yonglings infect,
And keepe them in their house, your Familie to teach,
To flout, fleare, and mocke, those that trueth doe preach.
All obscure Papistes, yea, Traytors in effect:
Blinde Chaplaines in your houses, you neede not be afraide,
The Lawes hath that charitie, that none shall you correct.
Let Scholemaisters likewise all yonglings infect,
And keepe them in their house, your Familie to teach,
To flout, fleare, and mocke, those that trueth doe preach.
And within your lyberties, if any tyrant dwell,
That praties of the Testament, eyther olde or new:
Remoue me that fellowe, and say he is a rebell,
A Iacke, a busie body, of the little flocke or crew:
Ioyne so your friendship, whatsoeuer then ensew,
That twenty for one, may then be on your side,
Your knaueries to mainteine, and your treasons to hide.
That praties of the Testament, eyther olde or new:
Remoue me that fellowe, and say he is a rebell,
A Iacke, a busie body, of the little flocke or crew:
Ioyne so your friendship, whatsoeuer then ensew,
That twenty for one, may then be on your side,
Your knaueries to mainteine, and your treasons to hide.
And then your abilities, your credite shall aduaunce,
Your friendship by Mariage, shall complaint qualitie:
That in twenty miles compasse, without it be a chaunce,
None shall dare say, once against your Papistrie:
Marrie some will thinke that you are Apostasie,
Because in times past, ye were great professors,
And nowe are become, euen my owne successors.
Your friendship by Mariage, shall complaint qualitie:
That in twenty miles compasse, without it be a chaunce,
None shall dare say, once against your Papistrie:
Marrie some will thinke that you are Apostasie,
Because in times past, ye were great professors,
And nowe are become, euen my owne successors.
And I will about to Rome and to Spaine,
And styrre vp your Pope, great part for to take:
With Gallies, with Men, to helpe to mainteine,
His friendes in all partes, for me the Diuels sake:
In euerie Princes Court, some spies I will make,
To see and not see, till time shalbe meete,
Then Letters within Letters, shall trot about the streete.
And styrre vp your Pope, great part for to take:
With Gallies, with Men, to helpe to mainteine,
His friendes in all partes, for me the Diuels sake:
In euerie Princes Court, some spies I will make,
To see and not see, till time shalbe meete,
Then Letters within Letters, shall trot about the streete.
Bulles, curses, and Pardons, in corners shalbe lost,
And Images of waxe, in dunghyls shalbe found:
Coniuring to consume, the best in euery cost,
To frustrate the trueth, and vice for to abound:
And eke the professors, to haue them hangd or drownd,
This is my intent, and to this I set my hand,
Lyke a Diuell incarnate, to poison euery Land.
And Images of waxe, in dunghyls shalbe found:
Coniuring to consume, the best in euery cost,
To frustrate the trueth, and vice for to abound:
And eke the professors, to haue them hangd or drownd,
This is my intent, and to this I set my hand,
Lyke a Diuell incarnate, to poison euery Land.
And specially this England, which cleerely hath exilde,
The Pope my owne Boy, and all his supreme power:
As Monkes, Nuns, and Friers, whose lying hath beguilde,
Euery Christian Realme, time day and hower:
Altering all sweete thinges, to intollerable sower,
These I say are voyde, which now makes me so mad,
That thousandes I will reuenge, if it be to be had.
The Pope my owne Boy, and all his supreme power:
As Monkes, Nuns, and Friers, whose lying hath beguilde,
Euery Christian Realme, time day and hower:
Altering all sweete thinges, to intollerable sower,
These I say are voyde, which now makes me so mad,
That thousandes I will reuenge, if it be to be had.
Respecting no man for this ye doo knowe,
That Christ I assaulted, and little could preuaile:
He was too strong for me when it came to the showe,
His power was so great, I began for to quaile:
He had me auoide, and I turnd my taile,
But as for the rest, that nowe are here behinde,
Are lesse in the spirite, and more shall knowe my minde.
That Christ I assaulted, and little could preuaile:
He was too strong for me when it came to the showe,
His power was so great, I began for to quaile:
He had me auoide, and I turnd my taile,
But as for the rest, that nowe are here behinde,
Are lesse in the spirite, and more shall knowe my minde.
For I see that all men, giuen to selfloue,
And affection so rules, nowe in euerie condition:
That easely I may enter, and my practise proue,
In euery Estate, without feare or Commission:
And most I knowe by tort, are children of perdicien,
Then haue among my owne, giuen me by prouidence,
Reproued by God, for their beastly insolence.
And affection so rules, nowe in euerie condition:
That easely I may enter, and my practise proue,
In euery Estate, without feare or Commission:
And most I knowe by tort, are children of perdicien,
Then haue among my owne, giuen me by prouidence,
Reproued by God, for their beastly insolence.
Hardened is their hearts, more obstinate then Pharao,
That they cannot repent, so stony is their hearts:
As trayterous as Iudas, as tyrannous as Nero,
As letcherous as Goates, more vile in all partes:
Babylonicall Hoores, mates for all Martes,
Lyers, flatterers, defilers of Uirginitie,
Breakers of wedlocke, detesters of Diuinitie.
That they cannot repent, so stony is their hearts:
As trayterous as Iudas, as tyrannous as Nero,
As letcherous as Goates, more vile in all partes:
Babylonicall Hoores, mates for all Martes,
Lyers, flatterers, defilers of Uirginitie,
Breakers of wedlocke, detesters of Diuinitie.
Fraught with vaine glorie, farre beyond measure,
Pufte vp with pride, excessiue in Apparell:
Couetous as Diuels, insaciate in Treasure:
As malicious as Mahound, more ready to quarrell,
As dronken as Bacchus, sitting on a Barrell:
As poison as Adders, as gentle as curre Dogges,
As filthy as carion, as rauenous as Hogges.
Pufte vp with pride, excessiue in Apparell:
Couetous as Diuels, insaciate in Treasure:
As malicious as Mahound, more ready to quarrell,
As dronken as Bacchus, sitting on a Barrell:
As poison as Adders, as gentle as curre Dogges,
As filthy as carion, as rauenous as Hogges.
These are one sort of the Babylonicall kinde,
An other more finer, their praie to allure:
Adulate creepers, in corners farre behinde,
Soothing those thinges, which is lykest to endure:
Well seene in Palmestrie, and in Phisicke sure,
To whisper with the Feminine, of Venus and her ginnes,
Prouing their complexion, not for their Husbands skinnes.
An other more finer, their praie to allure:
Adulate creepers, in corners farre behinde,
Soothing those thinges, which is lykest to endure:
Well seene in Palmestrie, and in Phisicke sure,
To whisper with the Feminine, of Venus and her ginnes,
Prouing their complexion, not for their Husbands skinnes.
In the blinde world, as the Heretikes doe it call,
Then tooke I most ease, my mischeefes to prefarre:
The Popes Traditions, by force of Lawes canonicall,
Did alwayes fight for me, all godlinesse to marre:
I let them burne and hang, and seeke them where they ware,
While I lay at mine ease, in hell with flaming fiers,
With Popes, Bishops, & Munks, with fat growt head Friers,
Then tooke I most ease, my mischeefes to prefarre:
The Popes Traditions, by force of Lawes canonicall,
Did alwayes fight for me, all godlinesse to marre:
I let them burne and hang, and seeke them where they ware,
While I lay at mine ease, in hell with flaming fiers,
With Popes, Bishops, & Munks, with fat growt head Friers,
And of euerie sort some, I neede not them to name,
Of both kindes and genders, of hye and lowe degree:
Many a mynsing Nunne, and many a noble Dame,
In hell is nowe resident, which dines and suppes with me:
As Semiramis and Cleopatra, which liued all in glorie,
Flora and Lais, gyrles of such report,
That since their time, the proudest may come short.
Of both kindes and genders, of hye and lowe degree:
Many a mynsing Nunne, and many a noble Dame,
In hell is nowe resident, which dines and suppes with me:
As Semiramis and Cleopatra, which liued all in glorie,
Flora and Lais, gyrles of such report,
That since their time, the proudest may come short.
What shall I speake of Nemroth, buylding so hie,
That God he moude to wrath, by his great ambition:
A Towre for to reare: he meant to touch the Skie,
The wonder of the world, a large and great commission:
What should I speake of Pharao, the lyke proued condition?
Which through the red Seas, his power so would leade,
In the spight of God, which all dooth exceade.
That God he moude to wrath, by his great ambition:
A Towre for to reare: he meant to touch the Skie,
The wonder of the world, a large and great commission:
What should I speake of Pharao, the lyke proued condition?
Which through the red Seas, his power so would leade,
In the spight of God, which all dooth exceade.
Holophernes and Herod, had like aspiring mindes,
And diuers other, which in Stories I haue read:
The Diuell is not ignoraunt, of his owne proper kindes,
Which God threwe downe, and made their doings dead:
Innumerable there haue bene, as afore I sayd,
Which in working mischiefe, in this world did excell,
That nowe take reward, with me the Diuell of hell.
And diuers other, which in Stories I haue read:
The Diuell is not ignoraunt, of his owne proper kindes,
Which God threwe downe, and made their doings dead:
Innumerable there haue bene, as afore I sayd,
Which in working mischiefe, in this world did excell,
That nowe take reward, with me the Diuell of hell.
Wherefore my owne Boyes my councell nowe obserue,
And my practises also put in execution:
And rich I can make you, if that your turne will serue,
By giuing you lybertie, by my institution:
To oppresse, to extort, without restitution,
To powle, pill, and pinch, by force power and might,
By hooke, crooke, and councell, be doing day and night.
And my practises also put in execution:
And rich I can make you, if that your turne will serue,
By giuing you lybertie, by my institution:
To oppresse, to extort, without restitution,
To powle, pill, and pinch, by force power and might,
By hooke, crooke, and councell, be doing day and night.
Let all thinges be common, goods mayde, and wife,
Take time while time is, there is no resurrection:
Be not beastly cowards, but styrre vp all strife,
To Princes and Rulers, be in no subiection:
A figge for the Lawes, passe for no correction.
Styrre vp sedition, rebellion and filthy lyes,
And sweare it out lyke tyraunts, for God he hath no eyes.
Take time while time is, there is no resurrection:
Be not beastly cowards, but styrre vp all strife,
To Princes and Rulers, be in no subiection:
A figge for the Lawes, passe for no correction.
Styrre vp sedition, rebellion and filthy lyes,
And sweare it out lyke tyraunts, for God he hath no eyes.
Search about for sectes, of all sorts and kindes,
Mainteyne your affections, make Scriptures but a cloke:
Let that be your Religion, that best please your mindes,
Stand vpon selfe will, and by craft seeke to choke
Simple honest men, if argument they prouoke,
And say they haue no skill, trueth to vnderstand,
But if they will receyue, let them takte at your hand.
Mainteyne your affections, make Scriptures but a cloke:
Let that be your Religion, that best please your mindes,
Stand vpon selfe will, and by craft seeke to choke
Simple honest men, if argument they prouoke,
And say they haue no skill, trueth to vnderstand,
But if they will receyue, let them takte at your hand.
Loose no kinde of credite, in your spirituall function,
Say that you be called, as plainly dooth appeare:
Binde the people whole to some olde Iniunction,
That hath not bene in print, this forty, or fifty yeare:
Tell them you are Lordes, ouer Towne and Sheare.
Striue with them for tythes, to keepe them in good awe,
To keepe their heads occupied, in following of your Lawe.
Say that you be called, as plainly dooth appeare:
Binde the people whole to some olde Iniunction,
That hath not bene in print, this forty, or fifty yeare:
Tell them you are Lordes, ouer Towne and Sheare.
Striue with them for tythes, to keepe them in good awe,
To keepe their heads occupied, in following of your Lawe.
And then may you the whyles, preach and teach your fill,
And call them rascall rebelles, which no order will keepe:
Forbid them Communion, seeke their soules to kill,
Lyke a raging Woolfe among the simple Sheepe:
And when the poore doth crie, be you fast a sleepe,
Yet speake you to the parish, their charitie to extend,
But take you all & giue nothing, to neyther foe nor freend.
And call them rascall rebelles, which no order will keepe:
Forbid them Communion, seeke their soules to kill,
Lyke a raging Woolfe among the simple Sheepe:
And when the poore doth crie, be you fast a sleepe,
Yet speake you to the parish, their charitie to extend,
But take you all & giue nothing, to neyther foe nor freend.
And where you are constrained, to preach once a quarter,
Or else to hyre one fowre times in the yeere:
Preach me such stuffe, as includes no great matter,
As woorkes for to iustifie, when faith is nothing neere:
All out of Apocrypha, let your woordes appeere,
Or els by vaine fables, as Ouid or Horace,
To beautifie your sentence, lyke a glorious Asse.
Or else to hyre one fowre times in the yeere:
Preach me such stuffe, as includes no great matter,
As woorkes for to iustifie, when faith is nothing neere:
All out of Apocrypha, let your woordes appeere,
Or els by vaine fables, as Ouid or Horace,
To beautifie your sentence, lyke a glorious Asse.
Medle not with Christ, nor with his holy Passion,
Nor yet with faith, neyther say it is vnsearchable:
Come not neere Election, nor Gods Predestination,
It is no meate for Mowers, to be talk't at their table:
And howe the new Testament, is all inscrutable.
Put them in a feare to driue them from the loue,
For running into errors, your argument to proue.
Nor yet with faith, neyther say it is vnsearchable:
Come not neere Election, nor Gods Predestination,
It is no meate for Mowers, to be talk't at their table:
And howe the new Testament, is all inscrutable.
Put them in a feare to driue them from the loue,
For running into errors, your argument to proue.
And some of you be gentle, and subtill as the Foxe,
Holde in with the rychest, and ducke at euery word:
That if the time should chaunge, and God againe in boxe,
Ye were an honest man, and there of take record:
Play on both handes, for that will best accord,
To preuent the times, howsoeuer they fall out,
And you to haue the place, of that you goe about.
Holde in with the rychest, and ducke at euery word:
That if the time should chaunge, and God againe in boxe,
Ye were an honest man, and there of take record:
Play on both handes, for that will best accord,
To preuent the times, howsoeuer they fall out,
And you to haue the place, of that you goe about.
Marry not in any wise, for that is greatest charge,
But borrowe of your neyghbours, as I will you assigne:
And against those that doe marry, speake somewhat large,
Their chyldren to be bastardes, and breede vnlawfull lyne:
Their Wiues to be Peacockes, or Mistresse new diuine,
These termes ye must haue, Uertue to disgrace,
Whyle you lyke vsurpers, may creepe into their place.
But borrowe of your neyghbours, as I will you assigne:
And against those that doe marry, speake somewhat large,
Their chyldren to be bastardes, and breede vnlawfull lyne:
Their Wiues to be Peacockes, or Mistresse new diuine,
These termes ye must haue, Uertue to disgrace,
Whyle you lyke vsurpers, may creepe into their place.
Suffer all sclaunder, against God and his trueth,
And prayse the olde fashion, in king Arthurs dayes:
Of Abbaies, of Monasteries, howe it is great rueth,
To haue them pluckt downe, and so the eldest sayes:
And howe it was merrie, when Robin hoods playes,
Was in euerie Towne, the Morrice and the foole,
The May poll, & the Drum, to bring the Calfe from schoole.
And prayse the olde fashion, in king Arthurs dayes:
Of Abbaies, of Monasteries, howe it is great rueth,
To haue them pluckt downe, and so the eldest sayes:
And howe it was merrie, when Robin hoods playes,
Was in euerie Towne, the Morrice and the foole,
The May poll, & the Drum, to bring the Calfe from schoole.
With Megge, Madge, and Marian, about the poll to daunce,
And Stephen that tall stripling, to leade Uolans dale:
With roging Gangweeke, a goodly remembraunce,
With Banners all a flaunt, with Cakes, Cheese, and Ale:
With beades in euery hand, our Prayers stoode by tale,
This was a merie world, talke among your meany,
And then of good Egges, ye might haue twenty for a penny.
And Stephen that tall stripling, to leade Uolans dale:
With roging Gangweeke, a goodly remembraunce,
With Banners all a flaunt, with Cakes, Cheese, and Ale:
With beades in euery hand, our Prayers stoode by tale,
This was a merie world, talke among your meany,
And then of good Egges, ye might haue twenty for a penny.
With this and such paultrie, when ye see time and place,
And the people apte, this way to be fead:
Step in for a vauntage, and exclude Gods grace,
Let the blinde leade the blinde, this text I haue read:
For in keeping them blinde, without cleere discerning,
Ye make them subiect, and reserue your owne learning, [OMITTED]
And the people apte, this way to be fead:
Step in for a vauntage, and exclude Gods grace,
Let the blinde leade the blinde, this text I haue read:
For in keeping them blinde, without cleere discerning,
Ye make them subiect, and reserue your owne learning, [OMITTED]
Ye see and you knowe, that all is not cleare,
Because that some profite on them doth depend:
As Aduent, Lent, and rynging all the whole yeare,
Organs and singing, I knowe not to what end:
Images in Glasse windowes, and none will it amend,
Crisome cloath and offeringes, still they doe stand,
Because they bring profite, my Boyes to this Land.
Because that some profite on them doth depend:
As Aduent, Lent, and rynging all the whole yeare,
Organs and singing, I knowe not to what end:
Images in Glasse windowes, and none will it amend,
Crisome cloath and offeringes, still they doe stand,
Because they bring profite, my Boyes to this Land.
Bishoprickes and Benefices, my owne Childe the Pope,
Enlarged vnto thousands, and still they doe stand:
And made them Lord Bishops, because they should not slope,
Where Christe had no sea, nor money in his hand:
When Cæsar should haue custome, in Scripture it is scand,
Peter went a fishing, money in fishe to finde,
To pay the full duetie, as Christ had him assignde.
Enlarged vnto thousands, and still they doe stand:
And made them Lord Bishops, because they should not slope,
Where Christe had no sea, nor money in his hand:
When Cæsar should haue custome, in Scripture it is scand,
Peter went a fishing, money in fishe to finde,
To pay the full duetie, as Christ had him assignde.
But goe you a fleashing, ye haue no such power,
But yet gather money, for that will helpe at neede:
Ye see and ye knowe, at this present hower,
That all the packes of Prelates are couetous in deede:
For some of them I knowe, so much in wealth exceede,
That Usurers they be, and yet doe serue the cure,
These be olde Boyes, to make their liuing sure,
But yet gather money, for that will helpe at neede:
Ye see and ye knowe, at this present hower,
That all the packes of Prelates are couetous in deede:
For some of them I knowe, so much in wealth exceede,
That Usurers they be, and yet doe serue the cure,
These be olde Boyes, to make their liuing sure,
Corne masters beside, and learne to buie and sell,
Thus ye must blase them, and perchaunce say true:
But whether it be or no, I the Diuell of hell,
Doe teach you to practise, their names to subdue:
Be busie among them, both with olde and new,
And you shall haue my blessing, for all your lewd workes,
Among all Reprobates, Infidels and Turkes.
Thus ye must blase them, and perchaunce say true:
But whether it be or no, I the Diuell of hell,
Doe teach you to practise, their names to subdue:
Be busie among them, both with olde and new,
And you shall haue my blessing, for all your lewd workes,
Among all Reprobates, Infidels and Turkes.
Out vpon Luther, Wycklefe, and Zwynglius,
For they wrought my spoyle, by their predycation:
Out vpon Caluyne, and Oecolampadius,
Out vpon Tyndale, and all his generation:
Out vpon Bale for by his demonstration,
The whole Realme of England, receyued such light,
That world without ende, I beare them all spight.
For they wrought my spoyle, by their predycation:
Out vpon Caluyne, and Oecolampadius,
Out vpon Tyndale, and all his generation:
Out vpon Bale for by his demonstration,
The whole Realme of England, receyued such light,
That world without ende, I beare them all spight.
Ye out of all Protestants, all Papists nowe crie,
And specially those that set out large Bookes:
As the Byble and Testament, or the holy Euangelie,
A pockes lyght vpon them, that on them oft lookes:
They haue caught my sonne, the Pope in such hookes,
That in England nowe he is little regarded,
But as by Antichrist, is often rewarded.
And specially those that set out large Bookes:
As the Byble and Testament, or the holy Euangelie,
A pockes lyght vpon them, that on them oft lookes:
They haue caught my sonne, the Pope in such hookes,
That in England nowe he is little regarded,
But as by Antichrist, is often rewarded.
Bale with his Pageant of Popes, hath set them so out.
Their whole liues and trades, and all their conditions:
The Image of Iniquitie, hath rypt euery dout.
That the Pope is known, the father of Superstitions:
Caluyne againe, with his Booke of Institutions,
Hath so vnabled the Popes cannon lawes,
That all that is Romish, is not woorth two strawes.
Their whole liues and trades, and all their conditions:
The Image of Iniquitie, hath rypt euery dout.
That the Pope is known, the father of Superstitions:
Caluyne againe, with his Booke of Institutions,
Hath so vnabled the Popes cannon lawes,
That all that is Romish, is not woorth two strawes.
Yea and diuers others, against him haue written,
As Foxe in his Booke, that Monuments he calles:
Which the Popes guttes out of his belly hath bitten,
By arguments strong, hath throwne the Popes bralles:
But by fire and faggot, I sought all their falles,
And will doo still, my malice to satisfie,
Against these Heretikes, which doe vexe me daylie.
As Foxe in his Booke, that Monuments he calles:
Which the Popes guttes out of his belly hath bitten,
By arguments strong, hath throwne the Popes bralles:
But by fire and faggot, I sought all their falles,
And will doo still, my malice to satisfie,
Against these Heretikes, which doe vexe me daylie.
Farewell my Babes, and newe borne Apostates,
Farewell my Papistes, and whoremonger villaines:
Farewell all Epicures, and all dronken balde pates,
Farewell my Chaplaines, most filthy fountaines:
Farewell my dissembling knaues, that heaps like mountains
Farewell my Hypocrites, fraught with adulation,
For I must to hell, to prepare your damnation.
Farewell my Papistes, and whoremonger villaines:
Farewell all Epicures, and all dronken balde pates,
Farewell my Chaplaines, most filthy fountaines:
Farewell my dissembling knaues, that heaps like mountains
Farewell my Hypocrites, fraught with adulation,
For I must to hell, to prepare your damnation.
FINIS.
Laurence Ramsey.
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