A TRUE AND perfect description of a strange Monstar borne in the City of Rome in Italy, in the year of our salvation. 1585. Under which is described both the original and triumphant state of the Holy League, and also the sudden and desperate fall thereof in the year 1588. With certain verses exhortatory to the King of spain, that he would withdraw his persecuting hand from the Church of Christ. Wherein are also showed some of the cruelties exercised upon our countrymen and others in the Inquisition and Galleys of Spain. LONDON. Printed by john Wolf for Walter Dight, and are to be sold by William Wright. 1590. To the courteous Reader. THough most men may understand my purpose, in the description of this monster without farther declaration, yet the Printer doubting lest it might seem obscure to some not well acquainted heretofore with the occasions, and beginnings of these preset troubles in christendom, at his request I thought good to advertise thus much. First that the name of the Pope that now last tyrannized was Sixtus Quintus or Sixtus, the fift of that name, who being by his seat Antichrist, (as other Popes his Predecessors were before him and by his sex a man) yet I term him by the name of strumpet, This prophecy was literally fulfilled in the time of Pope joane, that was a woman and anotable harlot. harlot. etc. as the beloved disciple of our Saviour doth in the apocalypse, call that man of Sin, and agreeable to that Scripture I bring the devil in their conference, calling him the Queen of new Babylon (the place of his residence.) This Pope to show himself a most cruel enemy to human race, as most his predecessors have been, though few in so high degree, being no sooner seated in his bloody seat, he strait beats his brains, how to set all christendom together by the ears, partly through the pleasure he taketh in shedding innocent blood, partly to set himself the surer in his Antichristian chair, (now almost rotten) and wholly to extinguish and root out the glorious and most comfortable Gospel of our Saviour, with all the professors thereof, that he might so bring it to pass, that their might be no memory remaining of the one nor the other. And because the devil is always ready at our elbow to prick us forward, as soon as we have conceived any evil in our hearts, and so much the readier, by how much the conceived mischief is the greater. So no doubt this Pope, whose conceit being against Christ & his members, I account the chiefest of all sins, what so ever, had no sooner laid the plot of his unspeakable mischief in his heart, but the devil was as diligent to urge him to put it in as speedy practice. And therefore Isay this monster or bloody league, to be begotten of the devil upon the forenamed whore of Rome, as who so looketh well into the nature of the said Holy league, must needs say with me, that Hell itself was of counsel to the establishing thereof. I term it untimely birth, in respect of the strumpet's eagerness in bringing it forth, for she brought forth her misshapen creature after her coming to the Popedom, in half the time that women commonly use to go with child, even within the compass of four months: yet the bug showed not himself in his jollity till the year 88 the cause whereof liudge to be a certain prophecy invented amongst the Papists, that in the said year of 88 there should be but one king, one pastor and one flock, the interpretation whereof they apply, the King, to be Philip of spain, the pastor to be the Pope, and the flock to be all people and nations of our Europe, which in that year should all be thrall and slaves to that king & pastor. Yet note by the way, friendly Reader, that this great pastor, that would have so great a flock or rather the fleece and fell of them, & that now vaunteth to excel all kings, as much as the Sun excelleth the Moon, was of late a begging grey friar, The Francisean Friars when they beg at the door, they ask it for and in the name of Saint Francis himself. going from door to door with a wallet on his back, begging bread for S. Francis, but that begging estate he hath as clean forgotten now, as though his feet now clad with purple velvet shoes, had never gone bare foot. The king of spain, so enriched by his west India Mines & his revenues so increased through his late usurping of Portugal, and thereby also the east India, being the chief pillar of the Popedom and without whom it could never have stood so long, I place him for the monsters right arm, in whom the Pope puts all his confidence, they two hang together as the pennard and inkhorn, the Pope gives the king many bulls, which yields great profit to his coffers, therefore the king is his champion and general in all his battles, yet note, those fat bulls come not out of the Pope's meadows, he gives him but a pig of his own sow, the Pope's gift is but yearly a sheet of paper, but all the profit that comes to the king, comes from his subjects purses, and so drunken is this king become with the winelees of this harlots golden cup that he cannot discern it. The late duke of Guise sometime, in respect of his bloody mind, the fittest man in our Europe, to have a principal place amongst the Pope's own children, he being commonly called the Pope's butcher, is placed as the monsters left arm which arm a long time was greatly feared of all men, till it pleased the Lord to set his church free from so cruel a scourge. I describe the monstar first, as he was in his greatest pride, but after according to his present picture, I describe him as he lately was. I doubt not but the rest may be well understood. Farewell. He that wisheth speedy conversion or hasty confusion to the Monster. I. L. The description of the Monster. POpe Sixtus, one of the most shameless strumpets of all her whorish predecessors, beginning her reign in the year of our salvation 1585., and seeing her dignity and revenues so far inferior to most Popes in time past, In times past the Popes had great fees out of all kingdoms in Europe, and this frantic Sixtus had nothing but out of Spain, Italy, and parts of Germany, them wonder not that he fa●ed like one stark mad. began to grow so malancholie, that she wanted little from falling into an incurable frenzy: strait she sets all her wits abroach, laying sundry plots for the repairing of the decayed dignity of the sometime flourishing chair. The Devil a diligent attendant on any sex possessed with like cogitation, appeared unto her in shape fittest to please the humour of so common a courtesan, and saluting her far unlike the churlish courtesy of his infernal Country, he 'gins revive her out of the dump with these friendly speeches. How now brave Lady (quoth he) what, all in your dumps? Is this a mood beseeming the Queen of new Babylon? Is this the countenance of her that should make all Nations of the earth drunk in her beauty, and bewitched by her bravery? May the Kings of the earth (whom thou must allure to love thee) like of a melancholy Lady? Hath Fortune first called thee from a russet cool to a red hat, and from that hat to a tripled Crown, and shouldest thou not know how to use Fortune that stands wholly at thy beck? Or have ever I sailed thee at the pinch, that thou shouldst any thing doubt now of my readiness at need? Nay frolic fair Queen and pluck up your spirits: let not this successive seat fall farther to decay in you, that whilom so flourished by your most famous foregoers: in sharpness of wit few of them ever came uéere you, and in policy who ever was comparable? They have by degrees lost of late every one a share, so that the famous chair is become to the state as now to our griefs we see it in: how befitting will it then be for brave Sixtus to employ herself, not only to recover that already lost, but also in subduing that which as yet hath little bowed under any of their banners. Shall you who by the help of that mighty Monarch of Spain, together with your own industry, The King of Spain hath his voice in the Pope's election, and beareth greatest sway of all other voices. came to this haughty seat, seem to want either friends or policy, not only to maintain it, but again to lift it even to the clouds? Cast off these dumps (my love) for shame, and practise without doubting to perform what so ever you enterprise. Do you forget that it was at first a hundred times more difficult to establish this chair, when yet it was not, than it is now to maintain it, having such helps? Are the coffers so stuffed to others, become so bare and empty to thee? Let pardons purchase gold, and sale of Bulls supply that want, raise the price of thy pardons, and force men upon pain of fire to take thy Bulls, hast thou not asword as well as the keys of Heaven? If men grow careless of thy pardons, pardonne them perforce. Be of good cheer brave Queen and let despair be far from thee, use my advise and doubt not all shall be well. Her holiness starting up as from a slumber, and doubting lest she dreamt, that which afterwards she perceived more plain to be the very speeches of her sweet heart in deed: after some loving imbrasinges, she burst forth into this heavy reply. Marvel not my best beloved, and never failing friend at need, that you find me driven into this present dump, out of which your comfortable speech and presence hath even now set me free. Our seat, sometime as you know the only wonder of the world for bravery and pomp, having ever since the preaching of that accursed Germayne Luther and his scholars daily diminished in dignity, I find at my first entry so unlike to that it hath been within the compass of my own remembrance, that our Monarchy seems now scant a Molehill, to that it was wont to be in the time of some of our more than happy predecessors, self ease so possessing our latter Popes, that every one hath lost his little, for stirring so little to stop the soar at the beginning: and by regarding too too little the pomp and ease of us their successor, I find to my woe, this present seat so weak, that unless I bestir me better than they have done: I see no remedy but seat and succession will end both in me. Thus seeing (right trusty friend) this great charge as well for ourself as our successors, depending wholly upon our own shoulders, wonder not to see me so disquieted at the heart and vexed in mind, till I have found some way how to repair this our overruinated seat. That which at the first might have been stopped with a little and small charge, now by running so long unstaid will cost millions and a whole Ocean of blood: the effusion of blood is our least care, but want of those millions sticks in our stomach. Spain, the Princes and Senioryes of Italy, the Bishopric of Colen, with few others remain firm unto us, when as the rest of Europe is either fallen quite from us, or at least so wavering, that in most need we are likest to be deceived by them. If the Empery should change from the house of Austria (as it is to be feared) and so fall to some of our professed enemies, He meaneth the king of Navarre, now to the Pope's grief, the French king: whom the League so pursueth: but God is his defence. Here the Pope doubts not in vain, for since this parley between him and the devil, the Polanders have elected the valiant Prince Signismundus, son to the king of Sweden, a Protestant. Here for reverence I must let pass the filthy railing speeches, that the quondam russer hooded Sixtus vomiteth out of his stinking mouth, against our Princess, whom God long preserve in despite of all her foes, for they are such as are not for any good subject to write, nor for any christian care to brook the hearing. The discrediting of the Pope's pardons is no small hindrance to her Holiness. what a blow were that to light on our ouerburthened shoulders. France for want of issue, hath for next successor * him that our heart most abhorreth, against whom we have sent forth our curses and Bulls, but he esteems them all as bubbles and spéedes the better by how much the more he hath been excommunicated and cursed. Poland that brooketh no successor by issue, by election, I fear, may admit some Lutheran, and then all hope of succour from thence were clean cut off. The Russies and Muscovites, howbeit they maintain some of our superstitions, yet how slenderly they account of us, it is all too well known, and how soon they will quite reject us, who can tell? And in the mean time, what by the far distance of the way, and by the little respect they have unto us, we have no cause to trust to their aid. England, whom with her Queen, our predecessors have so long and deeply cursed, that there hath been no malediction against her and hers left unpronounced, flourisheth now more than ever, neither hath Pius Quintus and Gregory, both of famous memory, notwithstanding all their costs and charges, been able to hatch so many English Seminaries, to infect that Country: but those Universities of Cambridge and Oxford, so unhappily for us, maintained by that accursed Queen, have sent forth such an innumerable rabble of ministers, that not only our English Seminaries, but all our learned jesuits of all nations are so put to silence by their preachings and writings, that they have not a word to say more in my quarrel: well they may brabble, but those bishops and ministers of England so beat them with their answers, that they are almost beaten dumb. And yet our English Seminaries have waded further in our cause then any other Writers heretofore. And as for our pardons they are also grown so far out of credit by the Writings and Sermons of English and other Ministers, which still teach men where they may have pardons gratis, and only for ask, that now there is such running to Christ for Indulgences, and plenary remission that not one amongst twenty comes to me his vicar. Every souter is now grown so malapert, that he presumeth at the first jump to rush even to Christ himself, without ask leave of one or an other Saint in Heaven or Hell. Note that all Saints are not in heaven, for the pope hath canonised such a number of traitors, that hell is not unfurnis shed of saints such as they be. And this is the good that we get also, in that the Scripture is in so many vulgar tongues, for because Christ saith without exception, Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden etc. Every Tinkar that is touched with a little repentance, now by understanding the Scriptures, taketh it to be spoken also unto him, and so at the first dash runs boldly to Christ, without offering one penny unto me his porter, or to any other of his court for his admittance. What hope resteth then in my bulls or pardons? Thus leaving to speak of many others that are almost as sharp thorns unto our sides, as the Queen of England is. By this little I have said, I know thou canst comecture of the rest, and so well weighing the cares that vex us, together with the ticklish state of our tottering chair, cease to blame me for sitting so malcontent as lately you found me. The Devil that heard nothing all this while, but that he too well knew before, cuts off this concubines doleful tale with a loving kiss. Peace, fair Queen, quoth he, and add no further oil ta my flame, thou renewest my sorrows without telling me any news: Thou knowest to my power, I have aided the Sorcerers, Conjurers, and Enchanters of thy predecessors against our capital enemy of England all that I might. But he whose name I tremble to rehearse, hath put such a hook in my nostrils, that I can go no further than he lets me lose, it is in his hand to restrain my rage, and to give me liberty to execute his wrath when he seeth time: butwhusht, be still, seeing thy sorcerers by me, nor I by them can do no more than lifteth him that ruleth us all, we must cast about, and bring the other tack aboard, we must rake all the corners of hell for a new device, seeing all our former practices fail us, we will provide a remedy for all, and all shall be to our content Lady I warrant thee. With that together they go into her holiness privy chamber, where they laid their heads together. But what they did, or how they handled the matter, I know not, but her holiness began to look big, and wax big, as though the devils and she had made work for the Beodles of Bridewell, and in less space by five months at least, then ordinary course, her holiness was delivered of her untimely birth: yet the child being alive, the tender care of the mother so fostered and brought it up, that insmall time it warred very strong, yea, the monster became so mighty in so little space, that most Kings of the earth stood at the gaze, expecting with fear the event of his power. While the dadde and dam began to rub the elbow for joy, and their hearts dancing within them, saying one to another, This is he shall remedy all, and he shall advance our seat higher by a degree then ever it was: the dam sung lullaby, and the dadde rocked the cradle, so long, till neither Rome, the cradle, nor all Italy could longer contain him, for the stripling would abroad to search out adventures: And therefore I will first show you his shape, as he was in his greatest pride. He had two heads, the one altogether like the sire, and the other like the dam, which heads spoke proud blasphemies against heaven, and the ruler thereof, their looks lofty, even like the son of pride and sin, terrible like the seed of Serpents, and fierce like the red dragon. From his right shoulder in stead of an arm, grew out a mighty Prince with a crown imperial on his head, to look to, full of all pomp and majesty, seeming at the view by his rich show to be sole commander of all the gold mines in the world, he had a sword in his hand more brave to look to, then fearful by any sign of manly strokes given therewith, The king of Spain his late usurping of Portugal, possesseth also all such parts of the East India as erst belonged to Portugal. the scabbard most richly beset with stone and pearl, as though the East India had lately become his slave: he cried out in the Spanish tongue, so loud, that not only all Europe, but also great part of Africa trembled at the proud noise, El mundo no me basta: which his speech I take to be thus much in English, The world sufficeth me not. From his left shoulder proceeded also in place of the other arm, a prince to look on very grim, and stern, with a coronet on his head, his arms thoroughly imbrued in blood, his sword died red in the same, as though he had lately come from the slaughter of an infinite number of seely lambs and sheep: his sparkling eyes seemed all enraged in ire, his brow frowning nothing to the show but ghastly death. In fine, he seemed wholly a hellish fury, proudly roaring out in the French tongue this horrible speech, En despit du Ciel. which I understand thus in English, In despite of heaven. His body contained in the place of heart, liver, lungs, guts, gall, and other entrails, a number of fat friars of all orders, priests, monks and jesuits, some laying their heads together, as debating matter of great moment, some singing, and others faring as merry as Crickets, the pot with Vinum theologicum, in the mean while having little rest, but still walking from mouth to mouth, and tossed like a tennis bal, from hand to hand, as though they purposely meant to make themselves lean for the kingdom of heaven: there was in fine such a confused noise amongst them, of all the languages in our Europe, that with much ado I could hear distinctly any of their several speeches, yet listening attentively to the English, which by means of the multitude of other languages was hardly discerned, I heard one cry flatly, Never such cause of joy. Be like it was some English jesuite that hoped shortly to become a Cardinal in England. His tail was double like his neck, from which sprung out many mad heads, some seeming noble, many of good birth, but most, the scum and outcast of the world, ready at an hours warning to serve the Devil himself for money: all these well armed, and as it were, ready at a pinch to strike without respect of age or sex: the Monster seeming not greatly troubled in drawing them, by means of their great willingness, to follow of their own accord: their noise was no less confused than that of the belly-gods before mentioned, save that I heard not a word of English amongst them, to my remembrance, but I heard an Italian somewhat louder than the rest, all in a bravery, and in the hoy to say, Hor, ò may, ricco, which I take to be thus much in English, Rich now or never. Down from his bréech on the right side stood in stead of a leg, a Cardinal, proud in his gesture, seeming to support his share of the great burden, as though he had scant sustained a feather, a brave lusty fellow, princelike in countenance, casting a smirking look from a wanton rolling eye, as though a window in Rome should scant escape his piercing sight, and in a pleasant vain I heard him utter in Latin, Quis non portabit spe? which I thus construe, Who would not bear on hope? On the other side, in stead of the monsters left leg stood, a no less frolic mitred Bishop, fat and better fed by odds then the Cardinal, his belly strutting out, as though it contained the better part of a barrel of Renishe wine, wholly despising the cares of this world, as dedicating himself altogether to Tempus bonum, yet seeming to hope of farther preferment and ease, I heard him say thus in latin, Fero ut quiescam, meaning this, I bear now for after ease. This Monster, in the shape prescribed, being then in his ruff and greatest jollity, put the world in such a maze that it was strange to hear every several man's opinion, especially when her holiness (that disposeth of Baptism at her pleasure) vouchsafed to baptize her child with the name of Holy-League: then, how many men, so many minds, some said they never saw so ugly a shape under so reverent a name, some said the name and the person agreed as well as (kill Bull) for a gentle woman's little fisting hound, that might be put in her glove: others thought the better of the beast, for the respect of the name, and many were so mad as to think the Monstar with the name, to be both from above, so were the multitude bewitched and wise men led into error: But all men that looked narrowly into the proportion and force of every limb, stood more afraid of his might then amazed at his shape: whether he was first to take his progress, few men knew but every man feared, for every one doubted his own home: the greatest rumours went, that he would begin first with France, Flanders, and England: yet Africa doubting lest he would take Barbary in his way listed not to be unprovided for his entertainment, neither meant Asia to sleep in security: The names of kings of the West India, who at this present with all their subjects live in most miserable bondage under the Spaniards, and have so done a long time, enduring more torments than may be well named, in so much that they are persuaded, that the Spaniards are a people ascended out of hell for their sins. a horrible Monster (say you) so to scare the three corners of the world: but had America been also in peace, where to have viewed him to the full, I doubt not but her proudest * Cassiques' would have trembled at the sight: & so much the sooner, because the right arm spoke in the Spanish tongue such terrible things, in which language the West India, (contained in America) suffered such proud threats, and therewithal such intolerable torments, that the poor Indians think verily that there is no other language used in Hell among the devils. But leaving those miserable Indians in their misery and perpetual slavery, where they are constrained daily to hear the three throated Cerberus, barking out nothing but horror in the said language. This Monster hath begun his stately march, and gone quite through France and Flanders, where in France with his left arm he did horrible things, the right arm afflicting Flanders with unspeakable miseries, and in the year 1588. being then in his full strength, who can declare the haughty words he threw abroad, or describe the greatness of his looks, the sea shook, the earth trembled, the huge whales that wont to sport upon the rhyme of the water, durst not then approach within a hundred fathom of the same, the heavens were threatened, and the whole earth should be subdued. Then he beginneth with England, and goeth round about Scotland and Ireland, but jehovah be praised, doing so little harm save to himself, that he was not a little before so admired for his shape, great words, and big looks, as now generally scorned for so small performance, after so many brave brags and threats, the mountains birth proved so seely a mouse, that all fear was turned to laughter, and tremble to shame for so doing. And I that saw the Monster newly crept out of the shell, & also in his greatest pride, had scantly known him in the latter end of the year 1588. (save by his deformity) so found I him dismembered, wounded, and humbled, beholding children that erst durst not look him in the face, presume in sport to pluck hairs from his beard, and to dance Antic on his great toe. No less a change, me thought then to see a mouse presume to take a nap in a cats ear. Then entered I into consideration of the power of him that indeed is only mighty, and cried, saying: To thee O Lord belongeth all glory, power, and honour, and unto men, shame and confusion: It is thou that throwest the proud even to the dust, exalting the humble and meek in heart, to thee be all praise for ever. Now therefore having described him as I saw him in his pomp and fury, I thought good to picture him out in such sort as you see him in the beginning of the book, being as lately he was seen by many: which may serve to revive all such dastards as were erst well near dead, at the only hearing of his name, and for the comfort of all such as still trusted in God without wavering, that the great bug at last would prove but a very scare crow. I passing of late through a waste and desert wilderness, void of all green, and covered only with light sand, still removing at the pleasure of the unconstant wind, by chance casting my eye on one side I beheld (unlooked for) many people of sundry Nations gathered together, their confused noise being no less strange, then to see so desert a place so replenished with so many people, and to rid myself of doubt I drew near, with desire to be satisfied of a matter so strange in respect of the place, where soon I beheld lying under a great branchles shrub, the great Monster before rehearsed, and this great multitude invyroning him round and gazing upon him with their never satisfied eyes: Some that expected he should have wrought great wonders, stood pitifully howling over him, others that had long feared and somewhat felt the force of his fury, stood giving thanks to the almighty for so gracious a deliverance: and others not caring which end of the staff went forwards, (for there were of all sorts) stood laughing and grining and making mows: which sort would have been as ready to run with the hound, had the hound still continued the chase, on hope to have pykt the bones and fed on the reversion of the pray. This Monsters great heads that erst spoke great blasphemies against heaven, lay now yielding forth against the same place (and him that ruleth therein) most bitter curses, in the anguish of their distempered brains, and with deep and hollow groans, bewrayed to all men their sorrows. His right arm hanging down the head, his crown standing a one side, more after the falling then swearing fashion, with the rich stone and pearl of his scabbard fallen off in many places, and his golden chape quite fallen off and lost, yet there remained many stones and pearls, with the golden hilt upon the leaden blade, which blade at the first thrust turned directly to his own bosom, and being at the first drawn seemed so unsuitable to the rich scabbard that men wondered to see so brave a show to cover so weak a weapon: his haughty speech was altered from El mundo no me basta, to his doubtful demand: No aprovechando Tesoro, que hare? Which in effect is thus much (if my treasure avail me not, what shall I do?) (as though his infinite treasure wherein he trusted, had quite deceived him): And therewith he set such a sigh, as pierced to the quick every entrail & limb of the whole Monster, in such sort as the whole body became so lose with the fear, that it is doubted whether the lask may be stopped till guts and all go together into the préevie: but in the mean time there was old stopping of noases, & phogh quoth the beholders, what a stinking Holy-league is this? The left arm, that lately played such Rex in France, being the very butcher of this League, upon the Saints of God, was now clean cut from the body, by * one, The last french king who perceiving the purpose of this League, caused the Duke of Guise to be murdered. who at the first sat as neuter till he saw that the Monster in deed pretended in his said progress to bereave him also of crown & life: then began Henry of Valois to bestir him, as one to whom a crown & life was more dear, then so to lose either of them: and espying his time he lays so about him that ear ever the Monster was ware, he smote the left arm quite off his shoulders, which in the fall brake his sword, vomiting out with his blood, this frantic french Cruelle mort me previent as much in english as (Cruel death prevents me) meaning (as it seems) that sudden death had prevented his purpose, which reached even to the kings own life, so that he grieved more for not effectuating his purpose, then sorrowed for conceiving so great a sin in his heart. The bedye, bowels, and other inwards of the monster, I saw so changed from that it was (lately described) that what with their vinum Theologicum and over soon excess in joy, but especially their sudden and unexpected sorrow, even when they thought all should have be'ene according to their longing, the whole stomach of the beast, was so overcome, that his entrails fell a sending upward, and his stomach spewing out such blasphemy against Heaven, and such bitter curses against the Church of Christ, that the stintch thereof was, and yet is still ascending into the nostrils of the Lord: which stink, though according to his long patience he suffer for a season, yet let not his Church despair, for at length when the stinch is at the greatest, he will so destroy the whole body of this monster, that not only his cursings and blasphemies shall cease together with his tyranny and power, but every limb shall suddenly vanish away, as the whole body was at the first over hastily begotten and hatched into the world: But yet the number of Martyrs appointed to suffer under Antichrist is not full. Well, this late miry body was again of late so out of tune, and in so contrary a note, that it made all the beholders much to marvel, for in ste'ede of (Never such cause of joy) (which was the spe'ech in the Monster's prosperity) I heard plain mumbling amongst them (Never in like extremity.) A sudden change, but what can not the Lord bring to pass, how can he's'e turn the joys of the wicked into sorrow, and the crosses of the godly into swe'ete ease: as this is the Lords doing, and it is wonderful in our eyes. His twofold tail trailing after and containing such a number of people of all degre'es and ages, even from Prince's pe'eres, to the most abjects people: the beholders also perceived wonderfully altered: the one part coming from the mother's head, were such as were wonderfully bewitched by the charms of the great Sorceress of Rome, and had quaffed de'epely out of her Idolatrous cup, whereby some of all sorts became so superstitious, that they followed the League and Pope's cause, of me'ere superstition only: but these the simplest and smallest number: for the greatest number were wholly of the Devil the Sire, without any religion or devotion at all, drawn only by desire of gain and preferment, crying with the rest, Oh the holy League, the holy League: yet they as careless and void of holiness and religion, as he that never knew the meaning of either: even like the rogues, at the late defacing of Lincoln's Inn, which neither cared for Prentices, nor had received any injury at the hands of any Gentleman of the house, yet glad of the least opportunity to rob, spoil and do any mischief what so ever, had no thing in their mouths, but, Oh the Prentices, the Prentices, down with the house, kill the raskalles, etc. Such, I say, were the greatest followers of this League, hoping upon the sudden of vagabonds, and lubbars, to become Lords at the first dash, whereof, no doubt, In respect of their wonderful mixture, and that with the vildest nations under heaven, as with the Negro, the jew & the Moor, in such sort, that scant one among a hundred can prove himself free from one of these three sorts of people, especially in Granada, Murc●a, jaen, Andauzia, etc., they heard large promises made to all the followers, which made the Spanish mungrelles, so hasty to cause their Courtesans and Wives to follow into France their invincible Armada, promising against their coming hither to have provided for their entertainment, the fairest houses in London, vaunting before the victory, to sell velvets in Cheapside by the Rapier, and to measure out broad cloth by the pike. But at length failing of their purpose, and a clean contrary hap befalling their expectations: I saw there their heads in ste'ede of helmets covered with coxcombs, and in ste'ede of battleaxes, babbles in their hands, so looking heavily one on another, none being able to mock his fellow for his long noase: I listening to their chat, heard an Italian saying softly to himself, Cattivo contare, sendal hosto. Which I take to be thus in english (ill reckoning without the host. The legs of this ugly shape, were as quite chamged as the rest of the members: the young lusty Cardinal on the one side, with the fat fed Bishop on she other, that erst upon hope seemed to dance under the ponderous burden, were now ready to sink right down under the same, as not longer able (their hope lost) to support so great a weight: their shoulders were become crooked, and their eyes ready to start out of their heads, staring as though they had been sitting three days and nights at the Stillyeard close by the Rhenish winefatte, their legs stood trembling and quaking at the knees, as though they were even ready to start one part from the other: and the fainting Cardinal fainting in his speech, in steed of his former, used these words: spem & laborem amitto, which I English thus (I lose both labour and hope). And the fat mitred Bishop, making a mouth like an Oyster cried out, Malè sit oneri. As much to say (the Devil take burden and all) It should seem every Cardinal hopes to be Pope, and every such Bishop a Cardinal at least, justifying that saying, Nemo sua sort contentus. Therefore it behoves all Cardinals and such Bishops to lay to their helping hands in time, ear they with the Popedom come all tumbling down at once: And so they do (say our Papists) and though Pope Sirtus be dead, and so one of the League's heads be cut off, yet the Hydra never wanteth another to spring up in the place: And so it is most true, Pope Sixtus the fift is dead even in the fift year of his raygue, of whose death there goeth some doubt, some say that her Holiness was poisoned, others that she died even of very grief that her misshapen Elf had no better success in his enterprise, either of these apinions bear show of truth, and it may be thought for most certain, that one of these two causes was her death: but sure, it is the Lords doing how so ever it be, for he can use what mean he thinketh best, when he thinketh good to remove so cruel a scourge from his Church, we are not to hope for any much better but a worse can not come out of Hell itself. Some say this new Pope goeth about to bring forth a new League, others no, but that he will cure, refresh and patch again together the old League: hoping that du Maine and the Duke de Parma, will supply more amply the place of the old Leagues lest arm, both together, than the Duke of Guyze did alone: Once, old hold and keep there is and they that live on the spoil, cry out for a newn League out of hand, or that the old may be repaired with all expedition: the cloisterers with the whole rabble of the Romish Clergy doubt greatly lest long delay might breed great danger, and therefore these people prick the matter forward with no less haste than their need requireth speed: but every principal member of the old League, find themselves at this instant so tyerde, that they desire more a little present rest, than a great hope of much ease hereafter. How so ever the matter falleth out, whether there be a new League made or the old renewed, let not the child of God despair or doubt, God is still one and the same: no new League can be made stronger, neither the old be renewed and made of greater force than the former: but could it be made a hundred times stronger, it is all one with God to overcome with a great or small number the greatest host that ever was. Rejoice therefore O Zion for thy Redeemer liveth, and he that keepeth Israel doth neither slumber nor sleep. Let the universal Church be joyful and sing praises with one consent, for Babel is falling, & the mighty Giant that lately defied heaven is overthrown on earth, his bow is broken and his spear snapped a sunder, his joints are become feeble, & the whole body altogether out of temper: the Prince of glory hath done it and the Lord of Hosts hath heard our prayers: the righteous God hath revenged our wrongs on the proudest of our foes, and declared to all the world how dear the blood of his Saints is always in his sight. And as he hath overthrown the first, so let us not doubt but he will do the next. Blessed be his name for ever, and let all them that love the peace of jerusalem say Amen. ●. ●. ●. ●. WIde open thine eyes. O mighty king, at length begin to see, How heavens, how earth, do threat revenge unto thy realm & thee Take pity then on thee and thine, while mercy may be found: Before jehovahs' wrathful face, fall flat unto the ground, Repent, return, confess and cry, for mercy at his hand. Whose members here on earth by thee, lie scattered on the land. Whose blood, though scorched on cruel flame, and shed by dint of sword: Appeareth fresh before his face, that is both King and Lord: Of thee and all the earth beside, for he hath made it all: He doth exalt the meek in heart, the proud he maketh thrall: His eyes sees all and he doth hear, the poor that are oppressed, And eke the blood that cries revenge, and calls to be redressed. julian the emperor who of set purpose did strive against Christ, and therefore grievously afflicted the Church, at length he finding himself overcome, he threw dust into the air, & cried, calling Christ galilean, thou galilean haste prevailed. If still thou strive with him that strove, (yet all against the stream) Oercome with him, at length with him, thou also must proclaim. Thou Galilean haste prevailed, for sure he will prevail, 'Gainst all that dare resist his power, or least of his assail. It is not thou, thy nature mild, is turned to bitter gall. By them that rule (nay overrule) thyself, thy realm and all, With Pharaos' witches they bewitch, thy senses (mighty king) If still thou list to what they say, those witches will thee bring To fall with Pharaoh and his host, who warning none would take. Thy warnings are no less than his, God grant they may thee make, Thy heavy hand to draw a back, from all such silly souls. That fly for fear of tyrants thine and hide themselves in holes. Forced leave their lands and native soil, with infants young & poor, To save their throats & flesh from flame, they lose their goods & store: Retain remorse (if ought be left) else seek the same to have. Relent to shed such store of blood, which still revenge doth crave: It is not thou (as erst I said) thy witches work our woe: Thy Inquisition works thy wrack, and thou wilt find it so, They gape for blood and wait for blood, (yet all in hope of gain) The Inquisition hath the third part of every man or woman's goods whom they condemn, & the king the rest, which makes the king as willing to suffer it, hast he bloody Inquisitors are ready to comdemn men, for their profit, to the fire or ●●llies. Goods to confiscate to their use, their, credit to maintain. They care not whom they rack or burn, so they may profit have, So they may live in wealth and pomp, what skills who go to grave, Or else to galleys or to fire, their care is none at all. They spare no sex nor age a lot, they nip both great and small. Few nations of our Europe but, within thy Galleys rows, With store of stripes and iron chains, of food small store God knows, Save only bread and water thin, poor souls they have no more, Within that Hell terrestrial, their bodies ever sore. With stripes on naked flesh and bone, by tyrants wretched hands, Whilst that they row both day and night, fast locked in iron bands, Whereas the Turk more friendship finds, than christian poor distressed, Of earthly aid and human help, by torments still oppressed. There English men free borne and unacquainted to be thrall, In time of trade, lees trade and goods, yea liberty and all. For no cause else but that by chance, If an English restament or any book of prayer should be found in a ship, the whole company with ship & goods must fall into their bloody hands, as well as he that is owner of any such book. It is a wonder to see how without alpitty those coward's delight in ●…ormēting poor christians that lie fast bound in chains and how they brag of their manhood in so doing, as though they were conquerors, but were some of them lose, that they so beat they would as soon be bägd as once look them in the face. some book there may be found, Aboard some ship of holy write, or other doctrine sound. For that offence (if so offence it well may termed be) Both ship and goods and all the rest, must pay as well as he. That is the owner of the book, he may not pay alone. He and his goods may not suffice, their hearts more hard than stone, For all must to the holy House, the best must needs be slaves. Their goods all lost and freedom to, were better in their graves, And their thy cruel bloody rogues, that dare not strike a dog, (That goeth lose and standeth free from iron chain and clog) Lay load upon our country men all naked and in bands, Sometime with ropes that smart full sore, sometime with hazel wands And then they rule and domineer, like Princes for the time, They jet and look as big pardie, as Bul beef in the prime. Triumphing over christian flesh, like lion on his prey: Their lust is law and what they do, there's none that saith nay. Their pizzles of their bulls do walk, more worse then cut of sword, And sans remorse they still lay on, with many a bitter word. As rascal, dog, and many such, no christian tongue would utter: Against the image of our God, that may ne move nor mutter. But hear and bear all what doth fall, from tyrants tongue & arm. If any speak, they soon provide, to stop his speech a charm. They hale his tongue out of his mouth, and take a cloven stick. Twixt which they bind the tender tongue, (a cruel hellish trick) For so they make him row and hale, enduring thirst and pain, In torments drawing forth his lise, that dead would be full feign. The moisture of his mouth in ropes, hangs down on fainting breast, His son-tand hide not free the while, but still with strokes oppressed. His sweat and tears still trickling down, with drops of blood among, Doth seem to plead forpitty and, release of open wrong, But no release nor yet remorse, but rather bitter scorns, Poor souls they find in steed of ease, nought else but pricking thorns Then at the length when as thee see, the silly soul to sink: And faint in thirst and sorrow such, as grieveth me to think. They eftsoons free his fettered tongue, so swollen with the pain: That scarce the mouth with much a do, receives the same again. This is the food, this is the fare, and lodging like the rest Or food and raiment have our men, that are to Galleys priest. The Holy house (unholy rather) a house of ugly sin, The Galleys next, both earthly Hells, to such as enter in, I think their peers or else their likes, are no where to be found, Within our Europe (well I know) nor scarce above the ground. Nor yet in Hell, because that there, the wicked men alone, And such ne fear ne know the Lord, in torments make their moan, But in those Spanish Hells the good, and bade endure like woe, Homicides, rogues, thieves and Turks, with good are plagued so: There good and bad do sinart alike, small choice is made of either, They lay on still on every side, and strike they care not whether. And in the holy house the good, are still tormented more. Then Sodomites, or he that hath, three wives at once in store, They prefer Sodomites & dogs before us, such is the charity of the holliest place in all Spain, as themselves say, what then t●e charity of all the rest of Spain may be ● refer me to your judgement. For these are things that do belong, to judgement of that place. As well as our religion (though not in such disgrace) For why, the filthy Sodomite, and vildest wretch that is. Before us far they do prefer, and yet more worse than this. They term us dogs, yea them prefer, before the best of us, Few men would think (who know it not) that we are used thus. But thus and worse, yea far more worse, than I can write or say. They us torment with torments such, as doth us daily slay. The fear and grief of which doth make, full many a man confess, The word or deed he never did, or hardly thought much less, But once confess, they have their wills, and may do what they please, Our sobs, their smiles, our grief their gain, our torments are their ease These things agree not with thy kind, (O king) they are to base. For son of mighty Charles that, did last possess thy place, He would not so have gotten gold, nor made of blood a gain. Nor raked up treasure to himself, so much to good men's pain. He would have suffered such abuse, if he had lived long Nor yet permitted Baal's priests; to do such open wrong, He would have warred on the Turks; and made the More to bow: And not imbroode in christian blood his hands, as thou dost now: what erst was won perforce from Turk, again thou hast it lost. That which Charles and others won & kept in Barbary from the Turk, this king hath lost through the great desire he hath to make wars in christendom. Still warring where thou shouldest aid, and that with inickle cost. And sith that God hath seated thee, to wear his crown in Spain. To yield account to God of this, thou surely shalt be feign. For what thy tyrants do, thou dost, sith thou dost give them leave, And if thou look not well in time, they also will bereave, Thee of thy earthly crown and rule, for that they bring in hate. To all the world both thee and thine, with all thy royal state. For all who erst have wronged been, & such whose friends had wrong. Do call revenge and threat revenge, with hope ere it be long. (If thou do not relent in time) for to perform it so, That thou with them and they with thee, will find it to your woe. 'tis vain to trust too much in gold, or India's silver mines, Or else to friends that are but friends, so long as Fortune shines. And seems to lull thee in her lap, but bend she once her brow. Thy friends are gone ere thou beware, or scarcely knowest how, For friendship forced doth waver still, and waiteth but a time, For to revolt, though biding yet, till things grow more in prime. All are not friends that are thy thrall, perforce 'gainst right and will. What show soever they do make, their hate remaineth still. And still do hope but for a day, to set their shoulders free. From servile yoke and tyrants fell, appointed so by thee. To rule and reign and bear a sway, to murder and to sposle, Such as are under thy hard hand, in any foreign soil: Sure God the righter of all wrongs, doth limit time and age. How long all tyrants shall remain, and rule in bloody rage, Which time and age no man shall pass, no, not a moment small. But at the time that God appoints, King Charles the last of: that name, that consented to the massacre, died bleeding at the nose, eyes, mouth, and all other vents in the body. The last king, and brother to Charles, being young, was by the Guise's proeurement, a chief actor in the massas cre, with D. of Guise's, was the first that altered his nature to make him take plesare in the effusion of blood, and therefore by the just judge meant of God he caused the Guise to be murdered, so so daynly, that he had no time to repent. perforce they perish all. Let Charles of France, be in thy mind, who did but yield consent Unto that slaughter in his Realm, whereof he did repent, Yet by his death the Lord would show, his wrath in some degree. His vents all bleeding till his corpse, of life and blood was free. But the chief authors of the fact, though yet they lived long, In time received their due desert, and recompense of wrong. First, Guyes that great blood thirsty beast, and auctor of that ill: Which never seemed to be sufficed, or have of blood his fill. The Lord appointed at the length, when now his sin was ripe, And grown up unto the full,, that he should have his stripe, By his appointment, whom he taught and first inverd to blood, He of himself not being so, his nature was more good, For by the Guise he was induste, to do what so he did, And was partaker of his sin, that else would not have slide. Therefore the Lord appointed so, within his secret deem, That he alone should be the man, to send him to his tomb. Without regard of friendship past, the Guise doth seek his death, The king it knows which to prevent, he stops the Guyses' breath, So makes him wallow in his gear, that erst had shed so much Of other men's without remorse, and now his death is such. Even like the man that taught his crow, to eat and pull out eyes, Of Lambs and other simple beasts, her huuger to suffice, The Crow enured still thereto, ere that the man it wist, She plucked an eye out of his head, while sitting on his fift. Such are the judgements of our God, and so he brings about, The scholar in such ugly sin, doth root the master out. But justice yet not fully done, though king repent the deed, The Lord will surely be revenged, and make all such to bleed, As shed the blood of Innocents', and do his saints such harm. His power is nought at all abridgd, ne shortened is his arm, And who hath he resernde in store to touch the Lords annoine: Note. To dare lay hands upon the king, to ioypard such a joint. Even they advanced by him most, and whom he loved best, And of all the other hypocrites, prefer before the rest, The jacobins, even those the Lord appointed for the fact, To lay their hands upon the king, The jacobins are an order of ●●vers, whom the king most preferred. they did that bloody act. O depth unsercht and secrets such, as never may be known, By human wit, till thou (O Lord) vouchsafe to have it shown, In time, decreed by thyself, than all the world shall see. Thy holy judgements what they are, and what thy counsels be. But what, shall that ungrations house, that durst to be so bold, To lay their hands upon their King, escape so uncontrolled? No sure, I know they all shall rue, that vile and cursed deed, Ere it be long, as they deserve, I hope to see them speed: As of the rest none have escaped, that were the chief of all, In the massacre done in France, upon both great and small: So sure the rods that whipped them, at length must into sire, They were but great jehovahs' whips, I mean the cursed frire With all his crew that did consent, unto King Henry's death, Agreeing so amongst themselves, as beasts devoid of faith. Bethink thee well (O King) of this, and try where thou be clear, And innocent of such offence, as is rehearsed here. Flying fame doth say, if she say true, that Orange Prince was slain By thee alone, sith thou alone, didst promise largely gain, To him that should commit the fact, which, gain did bring to pass: A Spaniard took the same in hand, most like a wilful Ass, And did perform it villainously, who after had his hire, Not of thy gold, but cruel death, as justice did require. Fame saith more, that thou art stained, in death of proper son: Think sure to yield account of all, what ever thou hast done: For many things are bruited more, which I dare not report, The Lord doth know them every one, both where, and in what sort, And where thou shouldest aid such kings, whose subjects do rebel, How thou it dost, this Realm and France, may witness very well: Whose subjects never would have stirred, but by thy prosserd aid, Of men and money in their need, which makes them not afraid Of God, nor Prince, nor of the Law, that bids us all obey Our Prince appointed by the Lord, the sceptre for to sway, But daily rise, and do rebel, and all on hope of thee, Against their Prince protect by God, that doth thy shifting see, And will reward thee for the same, be sure, some way or other, What is deferred, is not forgot, nor yet forgiven neither. What dost thou else, in doing thus, then teach thy subjects plain. How to rebel against thyself, and drive thee out of Spain. What measure that thou meat, saith Christ, look for the same again: It doth but blot thy fame, O King, and bring thy name in hate: Both thou and thine are now abhorred, in every civil state, Save 'mongst the Papists of this Realm, and rebels up in France, They only love thee for thy gold, on hope thou wilt advance, And them prefer to high estate, when thou hast conquered all: They know thy purpose and thy drift, and so obey thy call. But if thou still proceed in that, wherein thou art begun, And go on still to weave the web, that hypocrites havespunne. Then mark the end, nay fear the end, yea fear thy final fall, Not only unto thee and thine, but to thy Realines and all. Thy wealth doth make thee clean forget, both God, & what thou art. As did that mighty Babel king, till that he felt the smart, Of feeding in the fields with beasts, and felt the cloudy rain Distill, upon his unclad back, with other bitter pain: Then in his grief he knew the Lord, that would not in his wealth So sure thy gold doth blind thine eyes, from seeking of thy health At his good hands that gives thee gold, and makes thee so abound In treasure, more than any prince, that liveth on the ground: But to an other use then yet, thou dost the same bestow, He gives thee gold that erst was hid within the earth below: For thou employest it to molest, none but the Christian poor: While craving truce with cruel Turk, to scourge our Chr. the more, Thou leav'st the Turk to live at ease, & laugh at christian harms, While he fits frce, poor Europe is, by thee all up in arms: By thee (O King) and by the Pope, that man and child of sin, Which addeth oil unto the flame, yea poureth store therein: Nay, he is all in all we know, and makes thee but his mean, To mow and cut the harvest down, that he again may glean, And gather all the crop himself, and laugh thee but to scorn, When thou hast spent thy wealth & sweat, and he possessed the corn. Look well in time, for this is true, withdraw thy hand aback Before it be too late, and so, thou wholly go to wrack: For Europe longer will not bear the load thou layest on, Nor yet abide such torments as, thou layest thy thralls upon. All christian princes smell thy drifts, and see thy haught aspire, Thy * ubique These are the vain and proud posies of the king of Spain regnabo. and the rest, thou proudly dost require, Thy * non sufficit orbis, which bewrays whereto thy heart is bent when notwithstanding at the length, thy feeble corpse once penned And close shut up in compass of six foot, or thereabout, That little strait must thee suffice, saus any sally out, Till when the trumpet shrill thee warn, with every other wight, To rise, to go, to give account, before that judges sight, Which only judgeth justly still, and will reward eachone According to his faith and fruits: for Christ is judge alone, That knows the secrets of all hearts, The fruits of faith are the good works which proceed from saith. & what our works have been, Then good, shall good reward receive, and wicked suffer teen. Gold then and dross of like account, than sceptre beareth sway No more than shepherds crabtree crook, in that great dreadful day, Thy India mines, wherewith (as now) thou underminest all, And daily dost subvert the state, of christian Kings withal, Will be of none effect (as then) where judge is uncorrupt, And that he should not justly judge, who dares him interrupt: There is no power but only his, all flesh shall quaking stand, Then King and beggar both alike, The Licences that the pope fells to fin, 〈◊〉 not the fits to his chests, for there is no sin so heinous but either a man may b●●e a licence to commit it, or a pardon for the same after it is committed: and it is not to be doubted but that the king of Spain paid well for his licence, for his last incestuous marriage. Not only his friends decay, but his wealth wastes like butter against the sun, by paying pensions to traitors, and buying that for money of corrupt captains which he dares not attempt to win by valour and manhood, for his conquests consist more in coin then in steel: and part of his Fleet that were wont to go home safely, fall now and then either to the bottom, or into their hands that spend it as me rily as he would employ it merrily. must hold up guilty hand. Then Pope that pardons others now, and licence sells to sin, Shall pardon seek, but none shall find, nor be admitted in The golden gates of Zion sweet, whereof to have the keys The caitiff brags and boasts abroad, as lord of land and seas To have supreme authoutie, of heaven gates and hell, And whom he lists in either place, to put for aye to dwell. O beast, aye kicking 'gainst the prick, how long wilt thou provoke Our good long-patient righteous God, that justly might thee choke, And stop thy most blasphemous throat, with vengeance in his ire, yet still forbears and lets thee live, to work thy whole desire, Upon his church and saints on earth, till that thy time be full: And then his wrath, yea all at once, shall light upon thy skull. Then shall those kings and mighty men, whom thou bewitchest so, Provoking them to be thy whips, aye working Christians woe: Even they shall hate thee in extreme, whom now they love so much, And eat thy flesh (thou filthy whore) their hatred will be such: And all the nations of the earth, shall wonder at thy fall, And at the mighty City who so swayeth over all: For both at once, both it and thou, shall quite be overthrown, In that same hour, which to the Lord, as yet is only known: Then shall the church of Christ rejoice, and cry with perfect joy, The City and her Queen are fallen, that wrought us such annoy, Yea sure the time is hard at hand, one king alone remains For to uphold thy waning state, unto his cost and pains: And he was never seen so weak, his friends still sliding back, Maintain him well, for he once gone, then comes thy total wrack, Who knows how soon he may be gone? or whether that the Lord Vouchsafe him mercy at the length, and so of self accord Reject thee quite, and hate thee more, than ever loved before: The Lord, be sure (if so he please) can do a great deal more. Thy kingdom whilom seated was, on many more than he, When greatest part of Christendom, paid tribute unto thee, Now Spain alone is all thy prop, forsakde of other Kings, And he alone doth groan to bear, himself such heavy things, As made so many stoup before, must needs now make him bend, As weary to support thy weight, or longer thee defend, The time, no doubt, draws on apace, that all thy pomp must end. Mean while bethink thee (king of Spain) & shake thy burden off, Ere under load thou lie adown, and so remain a scoff To all the world, because forwarnde, thou hast vin sundry times, Both of the burden and the man, with all his filthy crimes. Thou art not wiser than the rest, of all our Europe kings, That so do hate the shameless whore, that nought but horror brings To all the earth as well is seen, by blood so daily shed, And by the wars which for his sake, o'er Christendom is spread. If thou continue him to aid, with him thou needs must fall: For prince and people that him serve, with him must perish all: Else should the Scripture be untrue, which never man shall prove, For heaven and earth shall pass away, with stars and things above, But not a lot or any word of Scripture, shall so pass, But still remain in perfect force, as strong as ever it was. God grant thee grace as he hath done, already to the rest, Of Europe Kings that now do live, by great jehovah blest: Who bless thee too, and turn thy heart, that thou mayst make up one And so be numbered with the best, and leave the Pope alone: Whose portion shall be with the dogs, and hypocrites without, That have their pleasures in this world, and live sans fear & doubt. Bless still, good Lord, our Queen, & Realm, & grant thy servant long o'er us to reign within this Realm, protect her from all wrong, Of Pope and other bloody foes, that seek her blood to spill: Confound them all that so conspire, and bar them of their will. Forget not * Henry sore oppressed, The French King. by subjects fell unkind: Even as thou hast anointed him, so have him still in mind: The great fat bulls of Basan still, do compass him about: They never cease him to pursue, and all to root him out, From thence, where thou hast placed him, a King by thee to reign: Subdue their rage, and let him rule, to their despite and pain: Let never flesh presume to strive, against thy mighty will: But let them fall amidst their pride, and be confounded still: Lest flesh in pride do boast abroad, and say, who is the Lord, Who is the God on whom they rest? where is his mighty sword? That sometimes slew, such as withstood, king David and the rest, Of Israel's kings. So let them die, that hate, whom thou hast blest. Thou hast good Lord appointed him, in France to rule by thee. Let none resist thy will good God, and from thy wrath go free, Let Parina with his Spanish rout, that so the king molest. Feel all thy heavy wrath on him, with his and all the rest. That so rebel against their king, let none escape thy hand. But let them be before the wind, as chaffy upon the lanb. And let the king rule still in peace, in spite of whom says nay. Lord hear thy Church in time of need, turn not thy face away. FINIS.