THE POPE'S COMPLAINT TO HIS MINION CARDINALS, AGAINST THE GOOD success of the BOHEMIANS and their general Proceed.  
(☞)  

Non pacem petimus superi,  
Date gentibus iras:  
Nunc urbes excite feras,  
Coniuret in arma mundus.   Lucan: Lib. 2. Pharsal:  

☞ The Speakers Names:  

Pope PAULUS QVINTUS, A Burghesian:  


BURGHESIUS  
CAESARIO  
ROMANO   Cardinals.  
A Dominican FRIAR: PASQVILL.   
Strangulat inclusus dolor atque exaestuat intus:  Ouid. tristib: Lib. 5.  

THE POPE'S COMPLAINT to his Cardinals against BOHEMIA.  POPE. 

O My Caesario! what shall we do now?  
Since men dare thus our Projects disallow:  
Deride our Curses, and make slight our Power,  
Scoff at Religion, as if now the hour  
Were come indeed to pull down Babylon,  
For so our City Rome they rail upon.   

They will no more our Indulgences have,  
Nor Trentals, Dirges, Masses, do they crave:  
They laugh at purgatories flames and fire,  
Deny our Merits, only do desire  
Salvation from the Passion of our Lord,  
And all Our Canons are by them abhorred:  
To hear the Aue Bell is made a sport,  
Unto Confession none will scarce resort,  
So that I fear, of Christian libertines  
We Atheists shall become, by outward signs:   Caesario. 

Your Holiness hath told a grievous tale,  
Made faint my heart, my bloodless cheeks look pale,  
I quake to have You thus affrighted be;  
And yet there is no cause, for aught I see.   Pope. 

No cause Caesario, why? I then begin  
To tell the cause: what care I for their sin?  
Or whether men in world live ill, or well:  
Or whether dying, go to Heaven or Hell?  
Whether that Princes swell with heat of pride,  
Or do make hateful wars on every side?  
Whether whole Countries subjugate each other?  
Deny the Faith, and all their vices smother?  
So we do hold Supremacy secure,  
Have certain ways our Annuals to assure,  
Keep them in awe, that dare withstand our Curse,  
Blessing the means which do enrich our Purse:  
So we our Glory and delights maintain,  
Or else, what hath been done is all in vain.   Caesario. 

Why so ye do: who dare oppose your Plea?  
Who sendeth not for Blessings to your Sea?  
Who is not correspondent to your Will,  
Seeking your Holy pleasure to fulfil?  
Except some scattered Lutherans of late,  
As Malcontents for their deboist Estate,  
Some scambling schismatics, penurious fools,  
A few of Heretics in wrangling Schools,  
A common trick of Satan's for contention,  
As in all times the Church hath had dissension:   Pope. 

Some few! Ay me, how can you say some few?  
When that whole Kingdoms (as it is too true)  
Have thrived in revolts from our designs,  
And packing sent our Legates and Assigns:   

Who cares in England for our threats or hate?  
Scotland is worse in matters of debate,  
In Ireland our Priests are made a prey,  
The other Northern Kingdoms keep away:  
France is our eldest Son, but what can France  
Do 'gainst himself, our Power to advance?  
The Netherlands Triumph for Their rejection,  
And from their native Princes seek annection  
To other Sovereignty, and ne'er again  
Will once obey, or Austria or Spain:   

But of all others, Cursed be that proud Town,  
Proud of a Fennish Lake to bear Us down:  
And as they think, impregnable to stand, 
Geneva.   
Scorn all the Forces that may come by Land:  
These led the Dance, and these do boast of Time  
Three hundred years ago, that all their Clime,  
The Switzers, Cantons, and the Grisons have  
Sought our Religious Orgies to deprave:  
And so by them was Wicklife taught to stray,  
And the Waldenses took the wronger way:  
Then followed Hierome, and Bohemian hus,  
And other Satanists, who did discuss  
'Gainst our good Discipline, and made a breach  
By German Factions, as their Church did teach:  
So that a Province I can scarce now name,  
Who as Aposta●t incur not defame:   

But never had the Devil such a trick,  
That strooke it home, and touched us to the quick:  
To raise a Friar to withstand a Prince!  
O God how Luther dared not long since  
Our mighty Charles affront unto his face,  
And 'gainst our Sea proclaimed all disgrace?   

But more than these? the Grecian Church complains,  
That they are poor, and we have all the gains.  
They live depressed, we do usurp their pride,  
They were the first, we triumph on each side.  
So they had rather live in servitude,  
Then for the Latines any way conclude.   Caesario. 

If it be so, rouse up your Holiness,  
And be the same you do yourself profess,  
Peter's successor, both to bind and lose,  
Open the Church's Treasure, and out-choose  
Your Bulls, your Curses, Fulminations,  
With all those Maledicting Relations,  
That have in former times kept Kings in awe,  
And made the Empire subject to your Law.   Dominicke. 

With Reverence unto the Papacy,  
(And awful care to Peter's Legacy)  
Let a poor Friar open now his mind,  
For well I see there much remains behind:  
Alas, alas, what now will Curses do?  
Or Bulls, or Threaten? If they all put to  
Their helping hand, more than in former times,  
To make a scoff at our poor Friar's Rhymes?   

Not long ago, we did begin with Spain,  
Both Son and Father we thought to restrain: 
Charles. 5.   
But for the Father, Bourbon sacked our City,  
Teaching the Cloistered Nuns to cry for pity,  
The Matrons, Virgins, wrung their hands for ruth,  
To see such ravishments of chastest Youth,  
Yea, all both sorts and sexes did lament  
Those foul outrages, to their discontent:   

And for the Son durst Alva's Duke control,  
The Conclave and the Pope himself, whose soul 
Philip. 2.   
He baited, hunted with strong inference  
Of Pastoral duties, and more consequence  
Of humane clemency, religious Zeal,  
Humbled regard, and after did appeal  
To jesus Christ himself against that Curse,  
That made the Armies, and the Cause the worse:  
And this was all we got by our fine skill;  
Which they call Tyranny, as others will  
Disclaim the like: For when our Father had  
That Prince of Princes, so reputed bad,  
That great Elizaheth out of the Church  
With Menaces cast, we fell in the Lurch:  
She as a Rock immoveable did stand,  
And all our Priests were hated in her Land:  
Yea, other Princes from their strong Alliance,  
Prepared to withstand our strange defiance.   

Come nearer home! what did our Threatening work,  
But rouse the sleeping Lion, who did lurk  
Cowchant before, and by St. Mark his Charm  
Resolved was to do us no great harm:  
But when we would not so appeased stand,  
He Panther-like opened his stronger hand,  
And shown his Talents, when within his reach,  
The Prey was come: so Venice made a breach  
Against our Walls: Yea, hilly Savoy dare  
To countercheck our Discipline not spare,  
And therefore sure when we are thus withstood,  
These Bulls and Fulminations do no good:   Burghesius. 

Then do as Peter's vision biddeth us,  
Both kill and eat, what need we more discuss?  
If mansuetude cannot confirm our Sat,  
Let slaughters on each side quench the debate:  
Some, either love or money will persuade;  
Or hope of Bliss, such Tyrants to invade:   Dominick. 

O say not so; this makes us odious,  
And is against Religion dangerous:  
Look into holy Writ, and you shall find,  
How Regicides have still been cast behind,  
The Captains, that killed Ishbosheth, were slain,  
And he which fell on Saul, lied all in vain:  
Thus of the rest: But come to later times,  
Was not stout nassau's murders counted Crimes? 
Prince of Orange.   
Revenged with punishment, abhorred with hate,  
And made a cause of malice, and debate?   

What got we by those Henry's of France,  
Killed by our jacobines, whom to advance  
With Saintlike honour, Rome did nothing spare?  
But then alas, the Princes did declare  
Upon the same, our enemies professed:  
The Hugonites grew strong, and did detest  
Such cruelty, yea with Inuectives durst  
For that foul Sin; hold Rome herself accursed.  
And as for England, as of late was seen,  
The strange Attempts against that peerless Queen  
(For so I needs must say, how e'er we know  
She was seduced another way to go:)  
Affected with Remorse, such as so wrought,  
That Catholics themselves, e'ill of Us thought.   

But when I once the Powder Treason name,  
I do protest, I tremble at the same,  
And must confess the Devil disappointed,  
By such a Stratagem 'gainst Gods anointed.  
For how so ere Kings in Religion fail;  
Yet Cyrus is God's servant to prevail  
In his designs, and they Vicegerents are  
For good or bad, to manage all his war:   

Nay come to Friar Paul of Venice State,  
Whose Life so many ways was sought of late:  
It makes me think upon the stubborn jews,  
Who Paul's good Doctrine did so much refuse,  
That Vows were made to kill him in the way,  
But he prevented them: Thus, thus I say  
To kill will do no good, but cause the Foe  
More stronger with an armed Guard to go,  
And raise a Scandal on your Fatherhood,  
Terming the Cardinals the Serpent's brood,  
That have no better means the Truth to teach,  
But Lessons of foul Murder still do Preach:   Romano. 

Then let us do as Machabans did,  
When the poor jews were in the Mountains hid,  
For fear of proud Antiochas: take Arms,  
Rouse up our Courages with warlike charms,  
Summon our Friends, open our Treasures store:  
Advance the Church's Standard, and before  
The Armies Catholic with Blessings go,  
These Caitiff Heretics to overthrew.   Dominick. 

This savours better than the former twain,  
For this is Manly, Princely: Yet again  
How shall we thus prevailingly proceed,  
When our own Countries are not well agreed?  
It is not now, as when our Innocent  
Did tread upon the Dragon, and was bend  
To summon Frederick to Rome's high Throne,  
Where that that his Holiness as on a Stone,  
Did set his Foot upon the Emperor's neck,  
The proudest Monarchies to countercheck!  
It is not now, as when three Days together,  
Henry the Third (though Caesar) in foul weather  
Did Bare-leg wait with his Empress and Son,  
Even at your Palace Gate: Men then begun  
To reverence the Church, and durst not stray,  
From true Religion the wronger way:  
It is not now, as when our Pandulph came  
To England's john, and taught him a strange Game  
Of poor Submission, least French Lewis might,  
Dismiss him of his Dignity, and Right!  
It is not now, as when Henry the Fift.  
That German Prince, his Father durst out Lift  
From the Imperial Seat at your behest,  
And raised such Armies, when you did request!  
It is not now, as when that you Devisde  
For Milan, Naples, and great State premisde  
For Charles of France, so dear to Peter's Chair,  
So Loving, Careful, True, and Debonair;  
That he brought down his Troops to Us amain,  
And surely meant the Empire to regain,  
When of Constantinople he was Crowned  
Chief Emperor, and so most Warlike found  
Against your then supposed Foe: Until  
That Pavies Battle wrought a fatal ill!  
It is not now, as when the Priests and Friars,  
Stuck to their Beads with limited Desires,  
And went no further than a motion,  
To stir up men to true Devotion,  
Were not transcendent in their Practices,  
Nor past themselves in Foreign extacies:  
For on my Soul, If ever Rome had cross,  
Or Subject must be unto greater loss:  
It is the stirring jesuites that wrought it,  
And they as Clergy politics have sought it.   

Good GOD what hath Religion to do  
But with Religion, men to stir and woo  
To Holy duties, Sanctity of Life,  
Pennance for sin, to Cure debates and strife,  
To save the Souls of such as go astray  
Like silly Ignorants the wronger way.  
So that I know not, as the Case now stands,  
But Mischief is on foot in Christian Lands:  
And to my fear I speak when you make trial,  
The end will be our Scorn, or worse Denial.   

You send to Albert, as a Grandsire's Son,  
Not doubting but an Uncle's name hath won  
Much of regard: An answer soon is made,  
He Life's and Dies under the Austrian shade,  
But alas for him! These Flemish Burghers range  
As fare as Cleve, and stand in every Grange,  
Strong in their Courts of Guard, and will not yield  
To give him way in any Town, or Field.   

You send to France, why France is scarce her own,  
The Protestants then Catholics are grown  
More strong, and such are their Great Prince's Power,  
That no man knows against them at this hour  
Who may prevail: but only this is plain,  
They cannot spare a man to go in vain:   

You send to Philip Catholic, and Son,  
Who hath so many Crowns, & Countries won,  
But how shall they be kept on Head secure  
Without great force? and how shall he endure  
To raise a foreign Army for your sake,  
That was compelled a sudden Peace to make  
With your worst friends? Expect not aid from thence  
Sufficiently to further your pretence:   

You send to Pole, hath Pole no Wars in hand  
With Turks, with Swenes, or with the neighbour Land?  
And are you sure the Passages are free,  
Silesia's Gates, and Countries opened be?  
Is not Lusatia shut, Morania gone,  
And how can Poles relief be hoped on?  
Except some straggling Cosacks here and there,  
As of all Nations you the like may hear:   

As for the Cantons, Swiss, and Grisans stout,  
It is but folly for to go about  
Their succor's more than Mercenary pay,  
And so to either side they make their way:   

I need not name your Principates about ye,  
Nor other Provinces that are without ye,  
Of whom some watch the Turk, some are at jar  
Amongst themselves, some for to raise a War  
Have little means, less men, and lesser mind,  
And so must prove unto your Sea unkind.   

But in a word, the Princes are so strong  
Of this last Union, that the meanest Wrong  
Done unto one, is done unto another,  
A Brother cannot better love a Brother.   Pope. 

Then it should seem, we shall let all alone,  
And sigh, and weep, and cry, lament and groan:  
Pule at this outrage, kiss the scourging Rod,  
And only like a Child, cry out O GOD!  
Give way to Rumour, and with Patience,  
Bear the report of Shame with feeling sense.   

One day doth bring us news, that Bohem Dare  
Against their Emperor themselves declare;  
Rejecting Austria, as it were in scorn,  
Forsaking Us, as if we were forlorn:  
Another Day reports, the Palatine,  
With other Lutherans a League combine  
That traitorlike have Crowned him a King  
Against his Sovereign, and Enconiums sing  
For many good successes, as they thrive  
In warlike Stratagems, and do contrive  
To raise more Forces, send abroad to Friends,  
Proposing stranger things for stranger ends.   

Bohemia has a Prince borne in the Town,  
The Wars prevail, their Foes are beaten down,  
Our Ferdinand doth Droop, Vienna stands  
As in a maze, folding their Arms and hands.  
The people throng in heaps and flock a pace,  
In every Town, to hearken our Disgrace:  
Bucquoy is beaten, and Dampire is fled,  
the Polish Cossacks they are slain and Dead:  
The Troops are overcome, and in the Field  
Two thousand lost, Four hundred they did yield,  
Anholt and Mansfuld, had a glorious Day,  
Besides revolters, who still run away,  
And leave their Prince to serve a Strangers turn,  
Oh that consuming Fire might them burn!   

But here's not all: for now to Vex us more,  
Then either they, or We thought of before,  
They look for Aid from Britain, Horse and Foot,  
With unbelieved Sums of Gold to boot:  
Which London Heretics of their free Gift,  
For to disburse with Largeness have made shift:  
Nay when they hear Religion is the Cause,  
They flock amain without or stop or pause:  
But when they talk of Rome's great overthrow?  
They clap their hands for joy, and so do show  
Their Hate to Us, wishing no other War  
Nor recompense for all their Coin: Thus fare,  
These heavy headed Dutch have wrought their ends,  
And do increase, as we decay in Friends.   Caesario. 

Then I perceive it needs must end with blows,  
And if success attend: Our Lady knows  
To what a mountain of foul Prodigies,  
Their Pride may rise to with their Victories.   

But are you sure the Emperor hath sent  
For secure into Spain, as it was meant,  
Rather to break off Peace & Leagues with all,  
Then see the Austrian Diadem to fall,  
And this me thinks your Holiness might move  
By special Embassy, and so reprove  
Their great retardance, which hath given them leave  
Refractory to grow, as I conceive:   Dominicke. 

Then you conceive amiss, nor are you wise,  
To make your Passion author of advice,  
Greatest Designs attend on Circumstance,  
And savoury Policy must them Advance:  
For if he start from England, as it stands,  
Or break the League with Holland's Netherlands,  
How can He all these turns supply together,  
Or keep his Navy safe, from raging weather?  
Whereas to temporise and to renew  
A stronger League by Peace, this may ensue,  
That all those Forces, which he well can spare  
With so much Treasure, as his Princely care  
May husband for this purpose, shall be sent  
Unto th' Imperial Towns incontinent:  
Then with some more Security they may  
From Naples, Milan, Sicell, March away  
Those trained Garrisons, filling their rooms  
With other Spaniards, and new come Grooms:  
Yet take you heed, this can but once be done,  
And that's well ended, which is well begun:  
But mark their Passages so hard to find,  
As Swiss and Grisons prove to them unkind:  
(For if your Holiness wish for a Brother,  
No way but this: You cannot name another)  
From Milan to Vienna must they go,  
Over five Mountains full of Ice and snow,  
And in the Summer, which is strange to tell,  
It is not for their Marches half so well:  
Yet in extremes there is no remedy,  
Patience bears out the greatest extacy.  
Well let them go, health and good Spirits guide them,  
And all the Saints of Heaven go beside them:  
For I am sure, whether they March or Troop,  
The third man in the Travail needs must Droop.   Burghesius. 

Then holy Sir your Legate send to France,  
Who cannot but this Cause as much Advance,  
Or rather more: For France is eldest Son  
Unto our Rome, and should with ease be won.   Dominick. 

Are you a Conclavist, and know no more,  
Of France her State? you might have heard before  
That Condyes Prince, and others of esteem,  
Would with their blood's Religion redeem;  
And stand 'gainst all Edicts upon their Guard,  
Hoping at last to have a good award:  
Yet for all this hath Ferdinando Writ,  
(How ever Bolloigne did mislike of it:)  
That some Commander might him Forces bring,  
With love and liking of the youthful King,  
Nor did he thus, as barely, without charge:  
But in good Terms declare his mind at Large.   

Most Noble Prince remember Charles the Great  
Supported Rome, and got th' Imperial Seat:  
As of the Church only Protector called,  
Which was by Goths and Saraceus enthralled,  
And thereupon is France the eldest Son,  
And for true valour hath such honour won:  
Then be not now to Catholics unkind,  
But let us your Relief as Princely find.   

A second Inference he had from Blood,  
Which seemed amongst the Statists near as good:  
The Emperor was Uncle to the Queen,  
As may within the Records well be seen:  
This he enforst from bond of Amity,  
Arising out of Consanguinity.   

A third was Moral, from protection  
Of other Princes in rejection,  
Oh for to help distressed, is a glory,  
As you may read in many an ancient Story.   

The fourth had ground upon good Policy,  
Of just revenge to scourge iniquity:  
Revolts I mean, and disobedience  
To lawful Kings, from a strong inference  
Of Treason in their soul enormous Crimes,  
As hath appeared in all modern Times:   

The fift was taken from a Holy fear,  
Lest that the Turk might of these troubles hear,  
And so the youth of Ottoman awake,  
Advantages of our Distress to take,  
And then no doubt they might repent too late,  
That e'er they durst the Austrian house amate.   Burghesius. 

And was not this well Urged? nay was it not  
A precedent for Princes to have got,  
Of excitation 'gainst so great a Foe,  
That sure will work more mischief and more woe?  
If Poland heard of this, or Russis,  
If Denmark, Pomeran, and Persia,  
If Triple Crowned Britain knew it sure,  
He would the same as forcible endure:  
If Venice, Savoy, Florence, and the rest  
Were taught this Lesson, they would count it best:  
Yea even the Cantons and the Snowy Vales,  
Can not repute it as some old wife's Tales:  
But for the Good of Christian Nations,  
The League make strong by Combinations.   Dominick. 

I do confess it hath some outward show  
Of a prevalent Reason: But on to go  
The dogged Duke of Bolloigne, as I hear  
To Bourbon and the rest a Dangerous Peer,  
Hath answered all: Retorting Argument  
To Austria, thus of greater Consequent.   

Touching the First: Religion is no Plea!  
Nor Ferdinand, did so affect our Sea:  
But even the Catholics of best esteem,  
Were still enforced their Freedoms to redeem▪  
Affrighted were with Cruelties, and Pride  
Of Austria's house extended on each side,  
Found Great Mathias stern, this man too heady,  
Unconstant, Cruel, and in Truth unsteady:  
And now they live under this Novelist  
More quiet fare, as doing what they list.   

The second with like reason Answer had:  
The greatest Monarchies (though ne'er so bad)  
Were Fathers of their Kingdoms, and to look  
Unto their Subject's Peace, which they forsook  
As Tyrants, if they brought them to a War  
Against their wills, of peril, or too fare:  
And how could France dilacerate her State;  
Empty her Treasure at so great a rate,  
Send Forces to a Foreign Prince, and leave  
Her Native children? This were to bereave  
Them of their dearest Lives: For why at home,  
Mischief enough in every Town did room.   

Besides, unto Bohemia's King there is  
So great Alliance, if I do not miss,  
That never Prince in any Age had more,  
Nor could Catalogue such a Role before:  
Great Britain by his Daughter calls him Son,  
Denmark and Norway on his side are won:  
The one an Uncle, as is Brunswick known,  
The other as a Friend with Sweden grown:  
The Prince of Orange is so near in Blood,  
That I am sure he'll do him any good.  
His other Kindred come from Brandenburg,  
With many a Count and Duke of Wittenburgh,  
I name not Bolloigne, nor Confederates  
With many Princes in their best estates,  
Nor do I twenty Provinces recite,  
With all their Lords of full sufficient might,  
Who are his own: so that (if Reason yield)  
They must be drawn into the bloody Field.   

As for the third, the matter that doth drive  
The Mill, doth drown it: For if you contrive  
The Argument from former charity,  
Or Laws of Nations loving amity,  
To aid distressed Princes: then hath France  
Fare less to do the Austrians to advance,  
Then help the Palatine: For who knows not,  
When they had news of both our Henry's got  
And of their murders, they did laugh out right,  
As if they meant remonstrance of despite:  
And when Duke Nevers to Mathias went,  
They with a scornful Answer home him sent,  
Bidding young Lewis look himself about him,  
And no way meddle with the things without him:  
For why, the Message had relation  
Unto the concord of each Nation?  
As for the Palatine, he friendly stood,  
And with great sums of Money did them good:  
Therefore if that the succourless have aid,  
To help Bohemia they are well appaide.   

The fourth did no way fasten well together,  
For Treason or revolts (even choose you whether)  
Were different in States Elective, and  
Such as by Claim of Heritance did stand,  
Nor was the Austrian house enfeoft so sure  
Unto the Empire, but it might endure  
Fraction of numbers: As for Precedent,  
They have example of great consequent:  
First France the Western Monarchy possessed,  
How e'er the Germans could it not digest:  
Then they contrived a strong Election  
Conditional in the rejection:  
Nor is it News an Emperor to have,  
From other Germane Princes laid in Grave,  
And so hath Hunger and Bohemia  
Had Kings at once, though not of Austria,  
And therefore this had poorest Inference,  
As having to that Crown a reference;  
So that to name Revolts in such a case  
Upon the scanning would the cause Disgrace.   

As for an Interceding, which they bring,  
That Ferdinand was chosen once their King,  
Compulsion they do Answer is no Law,  
And then the Faction kept them all in awe:  
So that it was not orderly contrived,  
But soon Reversde by such, as now survived.   

The last was weakest of them all: The Turk  
Would by this means all Europe set on work:  
Nay said the Bolloigne Duke, if it be so,  
There is no sense against the King to go.  
For then the Wars must needs protracted be,  
And greater troubles we shall daily see:  
The only way our strength for to Increase,  
Is for the Emperor to ask a Peace,  
And with the King of Boheme to Combine  
A League of amity, or else resign,  
As from the First, unto Election  
Of the Seven Princes, whose connection  
May well, if all State matters so dispose,  
As perfect Friends be made of greatest Foes:  
Thus writ the Duke, and savour how it list,  
How ere your Holiness may think he missed,  
As not acquainting Rome with these events,  
Yet wrought it to the People great contents.   Romano. 

Rather than thus: even I myself will go  
To Turk and Tartars for their farther woe:  
What, shall our Father and the Church submit  
To Traitorous Heretics? we'll none of it:  
But raise up Strangers to defend our cause,  
To understand our Canons and our Laws,  
To break the neck of contumacious pride,  
And whip these drunken schismatics beside:  
And if the Goths were called The Scourge of God,  
we'll bruise them with a Mahometan Rod.   Dominick. 

Come, this is frency and no policy,  
No Zeal, religion, nor morality:  
Because a finger aches, we therefore cut  
The whole hand off, and so still foolish, put  
The body unto cauterising pain,  
As having greater cause still to complain:  
For thus have Kingdoms lost their siberty,  
And subject been unto captivity.   

Britain for secure sundry Nations called,  
Who in their several times their freedoms thralled,  
The barbarous Irish went for Dermonds' Rape  
To England's King, and so they did not scape▪  
The Grecian Empire called Strangers in,  
Who presently did all their Countries win:  
Yea Spain hath felt the like, when julian Count,  
In recconing up disgraces, did surmount  
In his revenge about his Daughter's cross,  
When by the Moors it had so great a loss.  
And this will be the end of Turkish aid,  
Nay, in my soul I further am afraid▪  
That Rome shall feel their tyranny fare worse  
Than any War, or Heretics foul curse.   Pope. 

Yet something must be done; shall we give way  
To all these Treasons, and not once assay  
To add a Cataplasm unto this wound,  
Which will the body of the Church confound?  
Shall we let Ferdinand be thus abused,  
And Spain despised, when Austria is refused?  
No sure, if God help not, the Devil must,  
If ever man, or skill, or Art did trust.   Dominicke. 

O say not so, your Holiness may take  
A calmer course, and all extremes forsake:  
Dismiss the bloody jesaits from hence,  
With all strange Projects do yourself dispense,  
Abstain from murders, cruelties and rage,  
Do not the Church exotickly engage,  
But send abroad some holy Priests of Name,  
Who may with quietness discourse their blame,  
Dispute with reason, and religious care,  
Teach them, of foul Damnation to beware,  
Plead out for Conscience, and true love of God,  
Who else will whip them with a scourging Rod:  
Urge their obedience unto Kings of worth,  
Whose Government such profit bringeth forth  
Of Peace and Plenty, that what  befall,  
They do Religious Zeal profess in all:  
O 'tis a comfort, When that men be wrought  
By gentleness to God, and so are taught  
To yield by Love, and not for slavish fear,  
Which makes but temporizing, and doth bear  
Two faces in one hood: Therefore dear Sir  
Be ruled by me, and work no further stir.   Pope. 

Come Pasquil I will talk with thee: For these  
Do not my humour nor my fancy please;  
What Council dost thou give, what shall be done  
To work the good of this Imperial Son?   Pasquil. 

Who I? of all the world you wrong me more  
To ask Advice of me: Why? I have store  
Of stranger News! I must proclaim a troth,  
Which Uncompelled I would be very loath.  
I am to tell you Wonders, Prodigies,  
Inuectives, Satyrs, Rhymes, and prophecies,  
There's not a word of mine, but must affright  
Ill tuned Songs by day, slumbers by night,  
Affrighting Stars, and Apparitions,  
The burning Element with Visions:  
All tending still unto a further matter,  
Then either Priest, or Cardinal dare clatter.   Pope. 

Nay, like enough: even Speak and spit thy gall,  
I am resolved, and mean to hear it all:  
When that the worst is passed then better sure  
Shall be proposed for Patience to endure.   Pasquil. 

Why this it is to stir a sleeping Dog:  
I all this time lay like a senseless Log,  
But seeing now I utter must my mind,  
Blame me not Sir, though I do prove unkind,  
For sure the hand upon Belshazers' wall,  
Did not so much, as my Tale must appall:  
That only knocked the knees, and strooke amaze:  
This sunders heart and life! Nay do not gaze,  
For though I sing a Song of uncouth ruth,  
Yet I do vow to answer nought but Truth.   

They are with Popes and Cardinals so bold,  
That all at Rome is now for Money sold:  
They talk of Tales in their mad Bedlam fit,  
That Nauclerus and Platina hath written  
'Gainst Two and twenty Popes of several names,  
Who sold to Satan unto all their shames  
Their very souls for Necromantic spells,  
Had diverse Magic skils from sundry Hells,  
Working affrighting terrors in the Land,  
Even in that place, where Rome itself doth stand.   

They talk of Incest, Murder, acts of Treason,  
Of Sodomitry, and without all reason  
Name forty six Delinquents in these kinds,  
Bishop's apostolics to please their minds.   

They Catalogue 'gainst Cardinals, with store  
Of foul Inuectives: what would you have more?  
There's not a sin the Devil ever bred,  
But hath the Cardinals stood in some stead:  
Nay, they go further, and a semblance make  
From Africa's monsters, As you there do take  
Notice of stranger Beasts, then are elsewhere:  
So Rome begets such sins, as All do fear  
A worse revenge, than Sodom at the first  
Felt, when in wrath the God of Hosts them cursed.   

They talk of Antichrist, of lies, and wonders,  
Of Plagues and pestilence, of storms and thunders,  
Of miracles, which Costrus doth recite,  
With other Authors, who long since did write  
What strange events in Pontificean Sea  
Passed for currant, as a formal Plea.   

They talk of irreligion by the way,  
Of falsifying Scripture, Nay they say  
There's nothing there but devilish Heresy:  
And filthy Schisms, savering Apostasy:  
Adding withal, a Friar's deadly hate  
To burn up Magunee, though it was too late:  
Only because Printing was there invented,  
Which All the World so much hath since contented.   

They leave not so, but raise the dead to speak,  
With thundering terrors hardened hearts to break.  
They from the Sibyl's Tales portentous tell  
Of Antichrists damnation into Hell,  
That Rome shall be devasted, set on fire,  
Pulled down to rubbish, by those that desire▪  
Her utter ruin, wish her pride abated:  
And this amongst them all is oft related.   

They forward do proceed to holy Writ,  
Which they aver only to aim at it  
With Character of whorish Babylon  
The filthy Strumpet: Thus they cast upon  
Her beauteous face foulest aspersions,  
Naming her jesabel by false inversions.   

The Pope himself they call that man of sin,  
And when so ere to murmur they begin  
Against our Churches flourishing, they say  
A fatting Beast is kept for slaughter day.  
They rove at Brimstone, Sulphur, fire and flames,  
At Sword and Famine, and at stranger names,  
And all for Rome's demolishing: O God  
The very naming is a scourging rod.  
From john's Apocalips they forward go  
To strange Predictions, and a hundred show  
Of our own Saints and Writers, 'gainst your Seat,  
And with our own rods do the Carcase beat.  
Some talk of one Baptista Nazarus,  
And of a Monk surnamed Lazarus:  
Some of an Abbot joachimus tell,  
Who of these things doth write exceeding well.  
Some Paracelsus name, Laurentius,  
Theodricke, Merlin, and Hieronimus,  
Some of john Wolfius and Grebnerus speak,  
Whose Prophecies with terrors out do break.  
Some Nostradamus, Gallus, Reymer, name,  
With diverse others, who long since defame  
The glory of our Rome and holy Popes,  
Seeking to blot out all religious hopes.   

Not thus content, they come to Hildegard,  
A Saint and Nun, who sentence did award  
To this effect, that Rome should purged be  
By sword and fire, as some Age shall see.  
They cite Matilda a professed Nun,  
Who for her holiness such credit won  
She plainly saith, that Rome must be destroyed,  
Because her filth hath all the world annoyed.   

Elizabeth another Saint is brought,  
Who by a stranger Prophecy so wrought,  
That very Boys the Day and time durst name  
Of devastation, to your utter shame.   

Saint Bridgtt was a fourth, of fearful note,  
Who in her time cried out with open throat  
'Gainst Popes and Popes, 'gainst Rome and all her glory,  
And of her Prophecies made a whole Story.   

The last Saint Katherine of Sienna was,  
Who brought as much discomfort: For alas  
She talked of nothing, but repent, or die,  
For Babylon must fall: The God on high  
Had so disposed; and Rome was Babylon:  
I dare no more: and think, that what is done  
You raised it up, as if a darkening Cloud  
Should threaten rain, when that the winds belowde.   Pope. 

Now out upon thy foul wide mouth, thy tongue  
Out-rooted shall be, cause it is too long:  
A Mine of Powder shall thy body blow  
Into the Air, and all thy ashes throw  
Into the Sea, that no more memory  
Be made of this thy raving extacy:   Pasquil. 

And that were wisely done, but Sir, take heed,  
From Hidra's cut off head seven other breed.   Pope. 

And darest thou speak again? then let's away:  
I will not for a greater mischief stay:  
For sure I see, that all the world's delighted  
To have Us thus abused, and despighted.   
FINIS.   

Terruerant satis haec pavidam praesagia plebem, Sed maiora premunt:  Lucan. lib: 1.