A FRIENDLY Alarm, or faithful warning to the true hearted Subjects of England. Discovering the Acts, and malicious minds of those obstinate and rebellious Papists that hope (as they term it) to have their Golden day.  
By I Phil.  
¶ Imprinted at London in Fleetstreet, by William How: for richard johnes.   

To the most virtuous and gracious Lady Katherine Duchess of Suffolk, john Philip wisheth continual health of body and mind, from God the father of our Lord jesus Christ. Amen.  
NOt utterly ignorant, (most gracious Lady) of your many and sundry virtues, which sufficiently are made open and manifest to the lovers of Gods sincere & Catholic Gospel, as otherwise ardent and zealous desire, that your noble heart doth possess: in wishing the conversion of those that are enemies not only to God's verity, but also to the favourers of the same, which who so ever he ●e that shall enter (in these points) into deep & earnest consideration of mind with himself, shall not only be moved to be thankful therefore to God the giver of all good things, but also be provoked and stirred day by day to pray, that God, as he by his unspeakable providence, hath framed so good a gift in your (most gracious breast) and to illumine your eyes with his divine knowledge, whereby your person is, and can be able thereby to discern falsehood from truth, light from darkensse, pure religion from unwritten verities, and Gods evangely from men's traditions: so he may increase and multiply the same in so noble a heart, that you may persever and go forward therein to the glory of God, the advancement of his word, and the comfort and consolation both of your gracious body and mind: that when Christ shall come to judge, you may participate as fellow Heir with him, that eternal and Heavenly kingdom, purchased with his dear heart blood: where he hath laid up in store, for all that faithfully, and earnestly believe on his most holy name, immortal and incorruptible Crowns of everlasting life, the which are allotted to his beloved and adopted sons, in his blood. Knowing therefore (O virtuous Lady) your Estate, to be such, as scarcely I might for want of knowledge, once be worthy to name, so great is the weakness and imbicillitie of my wit: much less then, to wright unto so noble a Lady as your grace is. Yet encouraged by hope, I am emboldened to pitch mine Anchor, amidst the Floods of your virtues, & to build my travel on the foundation of your knowledge, being persuaded, that having so worthy a Matron as you are, to be a shield to this my weak and unskilful labour: it shall not only be a shield sufficient thereto, but 'cause it also to be the better regarded and esteemed. In consideration whereof, I most humbly beseech your Grace to accept & take the same in good part, and hereafter as God shall increase in me greater knowledge, I shall with matters of greater weight and importance, trouble your most gracious person, as knoweth God, who grant you long life, prosperity and peace, with the comfort and great joy of your worthy children, to his good pleasure now & ever.  
Your humble and obedient orator Son of your poor servant (of long time,) john Philip.   

¶ To the Reader I Philip wisheth health in Christ the giver thereof, etc.  
CALLING TO MIND (Good Reader) the estate of this our miserable time, knowing that CHRIST in his Gospel hath given us knowledge thereof, forewarning us therefore to th'intent that our minds should not be troubled or carried about, as the weather Cock is commonly with every puff and small blast of Wind. Let this therefore advertise thee, that thou look not back from that Canonical and heavenly doctrine, Which our master Christ hath taught, and confirmed as his blessed will and Testament, with the price of his precious death and bloodshedding on the Cross: with which he hath sealed the same, and left it unto us and our posterities, that we and they which shall come after us might teach it unto our Children, as a law given by him to be observed for ever: Then sith he hath so mercifully and lovingly dealt with us, shall we reward his good will, with ingratitude? or shall we in recompense of so great benefits yield or quit him with disdain? Not, rather like obedient and loving children, let us endeavour to obey his commandments, and to show ourselves follows of his word, not only in talk but in deed: for deeds to confirm our profession are required, not that by them we may merit aught at all: for faith and not works are our justification, yet I condemn not works, for they are the fruits of faith and testify the same: sundry causes have moved me, though unworthy to take this labour in hand: the one, the muttering of Papists, which mutter there and here, as opportunity serveth their turns, strange lies and news far distant from truth. Another cause is, that the minds of many men are disquieted and brought out of frame by the ungodly means of such▪ as not only rebel against God and his word, but also against the estate of this Realm, our Queen and dignity of her Crown: and so through the means and actions of a few unnatural branches, stand half in doubt whether they may turn to the right hand or the left: this therefore may be to comfort the one, to discourage and utterly deface th'other: Which not only purpose the ruin and spoil of their natural Nurse and country, but also as their unjust dealings, their crafty attempts, and subtle pretences plainly show and demonstrate the damage and decay of our most gracious and excellent Princess, whose high renown of majesty every true and faithful subject as far as life and goods will stretch▪ aught to defend, support and maintain, as her majesties person is the lawful heir of the famous Prince King Henry the eight (who was) a suppresser and overthrower of all superstition and Idolatry, so our Delbora doth not only study to vanquish and confound the same: but followeth the trace of her most excellent Father, a wise and prudent Solomon, as did that young and godly Ezechias the sixth EDWARD her majesties valiant brother, who▪ as she planted the Lords vinyeard, and repaired the walls of Zion again, Till such time as our God seeing our ingratefulness delivered us into the hands of the Bulls of Basan, who no only defaced the building substantially framed and begun: but more than this, gave the greedy Boar of Rome free liberty to enter thereunto: whose spoiling Tusks did spoil and root up such good and godly Branches, as therein did beautify and 'cause the same increase: and after in their steads planted Dernell weeds and stinking Brambles, which fruit was unsavoury and unpleasant before GOD, who for the grievous groans, the Tears, and plaints, most bitterly thrown forth of his little flock and Church, restored us again from the yoke of Cruel and bloody Pharo, and in place of CYSERA or DIOCLESIAN, who always were bent, to work the destruction of his people and Church▪ shortened their rage, abated their pride, and gave us a wise and witty HESTER, a godly JUDITH, a valiant DEBORAH, or rather a chaste SUSANNA, to rule, to govern, and reign over us, whose clemency we can witness, whose love, we could never want, but ever hath abounded toward her subjects: and as for the love she hath to GOD we are able sufficiently to witness: her mercy, the very obstinate and blind bluddringe BALAMITS can sufficiently record; Why then do we so disdainfully recompense her, whom we are bound by GOD and nature to love and obey? as it becometh good and godly subjects to do. Therefore to put those in mind that be negligent, of their duties, which though they know, yet they neglect to execute, and to confirm those that are wavering: as to condemn the whisperings of Papists and other, as a man may say, jacks of both sides, I have framed this work, called A friendly Alarm, or faithful warning to the true hearted Subjects of England: Wherein is discovered and plainly set forth unto all faithful people, as well the obstinate and malicious minds of the Papist and Rebels here in England: as also the cruel murders and shameless persecution lately done in other places by the consent of their patron the monstrous Pope, the only cause of this whurly burlie, and disquietness of all Christendom: the very Antichrist or Babylonical strumpet▪ that S. john speaketh of in his Revelation, whose Sorcery and crafty jugglings have bewitched and deceived the Princes of the World, and blinded their external eyes from beholding the light of God's profound and endless wisdom: Which when thou hast Read, than I pray thee judge according to my plain and simple meaning▪ and not unto knowledge: for if thou look for any Eloquence or fine Phrases of Rhetoric, thou art deceived: and thus loath to trouble or molest thy mind with tediousness, or to weary thy mind with reading, so gross and rude Letters, devoid of skill or cunning, I commit the to GOD, who defend and save thee for ever.  
Thy poor friend john Philip.   

¶ A faithful Warning, to the true hearted Subjects of England.  
WHat means the raging minds,  
of cruel careless sort?  
To range with rage whose choler hot  
they deem a sweet disport.  
Or why do Papists mutter so,  
in every corner now?  
Such tidings strange, as scarcely they  
in trial dare avow.  
Their tongues to tell forth lies,  
they daily do employ:  
To slander truth, and godly men,  
they take exceeding joy.  
As reckless forth they range,  
regarding naught at all:  
Some live in hope again to see  
the worship of God Baal.  
And still they boast thereof,  
as perverse Papists will:  
They spit their poison where they please,  
as Hydra's whelps full ill.  
And here they pry, and there they spy,  
their equals forth to find:  
And often in Paul's they parley forth  
their spiteful cankered mind.  
Yea, still they talk of news,  
and then their minds they say:  
But parting then, adieu saith one,  
unto the Golden day.  
When we shall have our wills,  
and purpose come to pass:  
And eke enjoy as we do wish,  
our long desired Mass.  
And then shall go to wrack,  
the brood that Luther bred:  
Old custom shall supply the Church,  
which error now hath fed.  
Thus prate they as they list,  
in secret muttringe sort:  
Not basshing such pernicious talk,  
to parley and report.  
Some wish the Basan Bull,  
might have the ruling sway:  
Who (as they boast) shall them restore  
unto there Golden day.  
Some wish the wavering Moon,  
might quite Eclipse the Sun:  
And thus before their wits we see,  
some Papists tongues do run.  
Some wish the Redcombde bird might crow,  
and bear away the game:  
But yet his comb may hap be cut,  
for practising the same.  
And long this savage crew,  
of Bonner made accounted:  
To Throne of London's rule again,  
in Golden day should mount.  
Who then would make our Protestants,  
the Cuckoos song to sing:  
Or else with faggots fiery flames,  
to ruin them to bring.  
But God bereft their hope,  
which vainly fed their mind:  
And unto his elected Church,  
a pledge of love assigned.  
For when they bragged most,  
to have there Golden day:  
Then God by death did overthrow,  
the pillar of their stay.  
And then they hung their heads,  
as men that wanted brains:  
And sobbingly did show by sighs,  
their strange tormenting pains.  
Some then were drowned in deep despair,  
that long in hope did live:  
Yea, some did show with streams,  
what grief his death did give.  
Thus were the Papists drenched  
in floods of flowing woe:  
As plainly men might see and view,  
by their external shoe.  
As every subject will,  
that God and truth doth love:  
endeavour to the uttermost,  
these Rebel's rage to move.  
And seek in Prince's cause,  
and quarrel to contend:  
As far as life and worldly pelf,  
will serve for to extend.  
Although the wave ring Moon,  
and other of his crew:  
As doth the Bull and so the rest,  
rebelliously renew.  
To bring again to Throne  
the Boar that foameth so:  
Which fears by force of sincere truth,  
his Kingdom to forego.  
And therefore hath begun to work,  
according to his skill:  
With greedy tusks to pray upon,  
all such as hate his william.  
What havoc hath he made?  
how toils he evermore?  
For to deface the blood of Christ,  
and such as him adore:  
His pompous pride, his Pagans' heart,  
corrupt and most unjust:  
Delights with martyrs blood to quench,  
his hot and wolvish thirst,  
Not Phallaris the fierce,  
the Bulls of Brass did frame:  
To vex the Saints that did delight,  
to praise Christ's holy name.  
In tyranny doth more exceed,  
then doth this Tiger wood:  
Whose exercise is wholly bend,  
to spill the faithfuls blood.  
As Nero sought to butcher those,  
that Idols did disdain:  
So doth this Boorish Brock with sword,  
his maingie Mass maintain.  
As Traiean did extort we read,  
when he did Septer hold  
In Rome, as lawful Emperor,  
the sheep of Christ's fold.  
So doth this Romish Wolf,  
not spare to take his pray:  
And where he may, no Sheep nor Lamb,  
his teeth can scape away.  
As hath been heard and seen,  
in France and Flaunders late:  
Where cruel Pharo furiously,  
doth maintain his estate.  
And so torments the Fold,  
and flock of Christ in deed:  
That for to hear the faithful hearts,  
may 'cause with woe to bleed.  
In France by Civil war,  
the Pope hath played his part:  
His toil is seen, God's open truth  
by force for to subvert.  
What slaughter hath been there,  
to us hath not been hid:  
Ne yet to them that thousands have,  
from out this life been rid.  
Their country sore decayed▪  
their wealth decreased still:  
And shall be sure if case the Pope,  
may have his wished wil  
For as he hates the truth,  
and seeks to hide the same:  
So doth he seek to butcher those,  
that love and fear God's name.  
And where as Gods most sincere word,  
doth seek to take a root:  
This viper doth attempt by force,  
to tread it under foot.  
But Heaven and Earth, saith Christ,  
shall perish and decay:  
When his eternal verity,  
unspotted still shall stay.  
And though Saul havoc make of his,  
and touch them to the quick:  
Let Saul take heed, for hard it is  
to spurn against the prick.  
For though his Curs a time,  
do persecute and spoil:  
At last God's truth maugre there might,  
shall give his foes the foil.  
In spite of all his crew,  
that purpose his advance:  
God's truth through knowledge at the last  
shall rule and reign in France.  
He shall confounded that careless train,  
those Jabin's fierce and fell,  
Which spoil his Church, & kill his Saints  
that love his dear Gospel.  
In steed of war and bloody fight,  
he shall establish peace:  
And plant his word, even there as here,  
when Papistry shall cease.  
In Flaunders to discourse,  
the Tyranny which is there:  
Not only strikes the heart with grief,  
but 'noys the Christian ear.  
As well by fight as other wise▪  
the Popish train do toil:  
To waste and harm the godly ones,  
their goods to pray by spoil.  
Young men, and virgins pure,  
which God and truth do love:  
O violent rigour from this life,  
by dent of death doth move.  
The Husband from his Wife,  
by violence is refte:  
And oftentimes the wife even then,  
all Husbandless is left.  
And all to keep the Pope in Throne,  
God knows a heavy thing:  
When Darnell shallbe caused thus,  
by Prince's power to springe.  
¶ As late a Pageant strange,  
by force enured there:  
Upon a worthy man of God,  
servant of Christ so dear.  
john Camberlaine he height,  
in Arms a worthy man:  
Whose haughty courage, all the train  
of Papists witness can.  
So zealous in his masters cause,  
his doctrine to maintain:  
As priest for to resist the crew,  
of Popish doctors vain.  
So valiant in the field,  
to cheer his Soldiers all:  
That chamberlain they wail with tears,  
and often this Captain call.  
Who to the Papists was a prick,  
and cause of griping grief:  
Unto the Protestants in need,  
a comfort and relief.  
Against this godly wight,  
in Arms renowned so:  
His enemies conspired still,  
to give him cause of woe.  
And God permitting them,  
this Captain true to take:  
A sacrifice unto himself,  
this chamberlain did make.  
In prison they him cast,  
sore clogged with iron bands:  
Which as reward, the faithful reap,  
at these preude Papists hands.  
No triumph small was made,  
that Camberlaine was caught:  
The Pope's own pigs right joyful were  
the faithful took great thought.  
And chamberlain in fetters clogged,  
to God did call for aid:  
To strengthen him with patience,  
for constancy he prayed.  
That as he had begun to taste,  
the fullness of his grace:  
So in his truth he would confirm,  
his frail and mortal race.  
Corroborat Lord this carcase now,  
which is but dust and slime:  
All torments strange for to endure,  
for testimony thine.  
I know as thou my Christ,  
of worldlings wert contemned:  
And under Pilate or the jews,  
to cruel death condemned.  
So shall thy servant lying here,  
with fetters sore oppressed:  
Among the brood of currish Caines▪  
with death be due distressed.  
I read that thy elects,  
by Tyrants have been slain:  
I read that Herode for thy sake,  
put Infants young to pain.  
And afterward the Tetriarcke,  
which Herode also height:  
For Herodias sake, john Baptist head,  
in prison of did smite.  
I read that Peter and S. Paul,  
by Nero lost their lives:  
And so these Curs of Nero's brood,  
thy Saints from breath deprives.  
And shall thy servant then,  
now subject to thy cross:  
Despair one whit to follow thee?  
or think his life a loss?  
Not, not my God, for sith the world  
have thee no favour shown:  
Now should they love, or favour those  
which ay remain thine own.  
O should thy servant thee exceed,  
sith thou was well content:  
With thy heart blood upon the Cross,  
to seal thy Testament.  
Sigh they have persecuted thee,  
thy Saints, and Prophets pure:  
How should they spa●e, to vex thy Flock,  
which in thy truth endure?  
These Popish Traieans brood,  
the bluddringe Balams blind:  
To vex thee in thy members still,  
occasion do find.  
But Lord when thou shalt think it meet,  
rise up, redress the wrong:  
That thy elected Church and Saints,  
have now endured long.  
With draw their necks from Pharos yoke  
thy heavy cross remove:  
Not as I will, but as thou wilt,  
O ruling jove above:  
And fortify this brittle Flesh,  
so weak and frail my Christ:  
That to the death, with loss of blood  
thy foes I may resist.  
This carcase is the pray,  
that Papists think to spoil:  
To reave from it my breathed life,  
with hot desire they toil.  
But so confirm my faith,  
when perils present be:  
That fear of death constrain me not,  
to serve or stray from thee.  
The Chaos of this flesh,  
is mould and slippery dust:  
Then whereunto, or unto whom,  
should I thy servant trust.  
But only unto thee my God,  
whose mercy doth abound:  
Which to relieve thy Saints oppressed,  
by grace mean hast found.  
To thee I still appeal,  
to thee I call and cry:  
My faith persuades me I am thine,  
although my flesh shall die.  
And with thy preaching Paul,  
who resteth in thy hands:  
I covet Lord dissolved to be,  
from these terrestrial bands.  
But when it shall thee please,  
thy Zion hill restore:  
Reedefie jerusalem,  
deface the Popish Lore.  
The Turrets of proud Babylon,  
in mercy overthrow:  
That all the world a mighty God,  
thy Majesty may know.  
This said, the Tormentors in haste,  
from prison him convey:  
To Brussels in the market steed,  
where they their Pageants play.  
So strange to hear and know,  
as any heart would bleed:  
To think that worthy chamberlain,  
should so be vexed in deed.  
Whose pains so passing were,  
so perilous and great:  
That any Pagan would abhor,  
to work so wild a feat.  
For passing by the Bishop's gate,  
a gate so named there:  
With knife in hand, a slaughter man  
to Camber. did appear.  
And unto him approached fast,  
and cut of both his ears:  
Which fact of those that fear the Lord,  
requires bloody tears.  
But yet as uncontent,  
they prosecute their ill:  
They spoil him of his robes and then,  
they whip and scourge him still.  
Unto the fiery flames, where he  
shall fine his vital life:  
Where they his torments to enlarge,  
do show themselves full rife,  
And then with yron tongues,  
in fire burning hot:  
They pinch, and pull his flesh from bones  
all mercy is forgot.  
But he oppressed with pain,  
to God doth call and cry:  
To place his soul among his Saints,  
above the Starry sky.  
But when his flesh from bones,  
is plucked in many a place:  
About the market steed with whips,  
they chamberlain do chase.  
So that no part of him is free,  
from bloody streams so red:  
And then to fiery flames again,  
this Godly man is led.  
Where as they did before,  
they double more his pain:  
From bones to pluck his tender flesh,  
the Torments are fain.  
But still he crieth to God,  
to aid him in that case:  
And at the last to grant to him,  
in Heaven a resting place.  
The Tormentors again,  
to take their whips prepare:  
About the market him to scourge,  
they pr●st and ready are.  
This done, unto a stake they bind  
and tie this Godly wight:  
And on the top, a burning tub,  
of pitch the Papists pight.  
So that the drops did light a pace,  
upon his tender skin:  
This kind of pain did chamberlain,  
for Christ's Gospel win.  
Who then amidst his pangs of pain,  
did never more oblight:  
To mighty God for to commend,  
his ghost and troubled sprite.  
And often he wished that Antichrist,  
might have an utter fall:  
And that the truth might published be,  
to overthrow of Baal.  
But still these Uipers fell, alas,  
have sought his torments still,  
And iiii. foot distant from the stake,  
to show their cursed william.  
A fire huge they frame,  
to compass Camber. bound:  
Whose ardent heat about the stake,  
constrains him to run round.  
Till God from Heaven cast down his eyes  
his torments to assuage:  
Who now no doubt doth rest in joy,  
most free from Papists rage.  
judge ye that have God's fear,  
judge ye these Papists spite:  
And magnify the God of Gods,  
for chamberlain that wight.  
Whose praise in spite of death,  
shall live and last for ay:  
Maugre all those that wish and look,  
for such a Golden day.  
That they may burn and whip,  
as Papists learn by skill:  
All those that seem for to prefer,  
God's Testament and william.  
¶ Also the late attempted fact,  
in Skottish zoyle and land:  
Which cruel clownish caitiff late,  
to practise took in hand.  
Doth plain discourse to me,  
what fruits in Traitors rain:  
As well records the Noble blood,  
Lord jeamie lately slain.  
With thundringe stroke of gun,  
and eager piercing shot:  
A grief to comely Courtiers sure,  
and subjects true God wots.  
This Regent's death is wept,  
with sobs in many a place:  
Who with the sound of justice sought,  
disorder to deface.  
His truth and Noble skill,  
in Arms was not unknown:  
A prick to those which unto truth,  
were heinous mortal fone.  
But cursed be that Tiger fell,  
that Gorgon fierce and wood:  
Which greedily to quench his thirst,  
did shed Lord jeamies' blood.  
Woe worth that Caitiffs hand,  
that made the simple morn:  
Whose stroke of gun, with heaps of joys  
the Papists did adorn.  
But so torments the minds,  
of those that faithful be:  
That brinish streams doth show to them  
a dismal day they see.  
But yet perhaps▪ this varlet vile,  
which did commit this fact:  
May canonized be a Saint,  
by Pope for that his act.  
For Chronicles discourse to me,  
Alphonsus borne in Spain:  
Which did the Lore of Pope we see,  
by study long maintain.  
Did so disdain his brother dear,  
Diazius by name:  
Who then with Bucer sought to preach,  
the word of life and fame.  
That all in rage 'gainst reason's skill,  
and natures skilful Lore:  
He sought for to convert him still,  
as busied evermore.  
To hate the truth, but all in vain  
Diazius faithful was:  
And sought by truth him to allure,  
from pelting Popish Mass.  
And then Alphonsus feigned himself,  
converted for to be:  
And outward gesture made it play,  
as all estates might see.  
He seemed with tongue to speak,  
that heart disdained quite,  
Against the Poape he feigned then,  
with earnest truth to fight.  
His brother was right glad in mind,  
and joyful in his heart,  
That Alphonse did from Papistry,  
to sincere truth convert.  
And often embraced him in his arms,  
and kissed his tender face,  
Eke he with tears repentant seemed,  
though doubleness had place.  
And feigning to depart from thence,  
a letter did indite,  
And hired a Slave to bear the same,  
to Diazius poor wight  
Who nothing slow to execute,  
his purpose and his will,  
A hatchet brought under his cloak,  
Diazius to kill.  
And as he to peruse the same,  
was diligent in deed:  
The Hangman cleft into his head,  
while he the same did read.  
Then home to Rome Alphonsus fled,  
pursuit was after made:  
But yet the Pope's most sacred Bull,  
caused justice skill to fade.  
And for this bloody murder shown,  
he canonized was:  
A Saint, such zeal hath peevish Pope,  
to his most wicked Mass.  
And so this Clown which late we hear,  
Lord james with gun did kill:  
The Pope may hap to make a Saint,  
so devilish is his william.  
judge now the juggling casts they use,  
judge you the cruel trade:  
judge you the cause of Civil strife,  
the Pope this time hath made.  
Whose cruelty is such,  
expressed every where:  
That unto such as love God's truth,  
right noisome is to hear.  
Was Nero half so wood,  
as are our Papists now:  
The Turks that hear this cruelty,  
will not the same allow.  
Not Phallaris so cruel was,  
such torments to devise:  
As do our bloodhounds in defence,  
of their late written lies.  
Though Dioclesian cruel were,  
to butcher Christ's flock:  
Which unto jupiter his God,  
for mercy would not knock.  
Not half so merciless was he,  
as seem our Papists ay:  
For some would bite, which now do bark  
to have a Golden day.  
But whence doth springe the cause,  
and ground of all this strife?  
Even from the filthy Seas of Rome,  
in mischief very rife.  
Whose wares began to smell,  
as dung and dirty dross:  
And therefore like a ravenous Wolf,  
the Saints of God doth toss.  
And now the time is come he sees,  
that truth must run his race:  
He fears the wrack of Babylon,  
and of his Papal place.  
He fears his pelting pardons now,  
no longer will be sold:  
And therefore strives with forth & nail  
his trinkets to uphold.  
He fears his slender God,  
his Robin in his box:  
He fears no man will be so mad,  
to call to Stones and Stocks.  
He dreads a sudden change,  
may happen soon to fall:  
Which him and his, if truth run forth  
may speedily appall.  
And therefore sendeth forth,  
with thundering voice his curse:  
Wherewith he thinks, to stay & 'cause  
his foes to speed the worse.  
And then he stirs up friends,  
and Pardon doth them sand:  
That in his cause, and quarrel will  
by force of Arms contend.  
Thus seeks he to obscure the truth,  
which God will have to reign:  
Yea, to divide all Kingdoms now,  
employed is his pain.  
Where peace should aye remaining be,  
he Battle doth procure:  
Where love should reign, the fruits of hate  
he travels to invre.  
As hath in France and Flaunders sure▪  
continued very song:  
And now into our English pale,  
he seeketh fast to throng.  
And many Northern Daws,  
aquaynt them with his Grace:  
And seem to burn their Bibels pure,  
and Mass books plant in place.  
Some seem to disannul the thing,  
that God and Queen allows:  
And seek to prosecute apace,  
their Popish pelting vows.  
The brood of balaam's Priests,  
their Copes did soon assay:  
And some in London then had thought,  
to have their Golden day.  
When they might knock and kneel,  
and crutch to Mass again:  
When they might pray, & suck the blood  
of such as truth maintain.  
But then their hope suppressed,  
and dashed by Princess might:  
And both the Moon and Bull for fear,  
had take themselves to flight.  
And these pestiferous Priests,  
which Mass began to sing:  
Were trussed up, and sent to Heaven  
as some say in a string.  
The portly Bear. the shining STAR▪  
this whurly burly ceased:  
In Princess cause, have rebels rage  
by justice skill dicreast.  
And quiet made those storms,  
which then did seem to flow:  
And quenched quite, those glimmering sparks  
that then began to gloe.  
Even suddenly the wavering Moon▪  
so apt for every change:  
As eke the Bull, which after him  
most fickelly did range.  
Had lost the day, that lingering hope  
to gain their minds had fed:  
Another Bird of careless kind,  
after their Pipes was led.  
As well content, to tread the dance  
that they had so begun:  
As into further peril sure,  
disorderedly to run.  
And now with foreign power,  
they mixed do remain:  
intending by their practice found,  
to work their Country's pain.  
They naught regard the Princess love,  
her favour they disdain:  
Also her offered Pardon late,  
the Bull, and Moon thought vain.  
And contrary unto their Oaths,  
unto their Princess plight:  
They took the field against her grace,  
and offered there to fight.  
But then the STAR prepared in post,  
their malice to withstand:  
And at the last a prudent Bear▪  
would take the Bull in hand.  
The Moon was quailed, the Bulls heart failed  
they fled away for fear:  
And left their Soldiers in the field,  
dispersed here and there.  
Who hearing these two Champions fled,  
began to shift for life:  
But England hath just cause to hate,  
the Authors of this strife.  
But then the Redcombd bird in field,  
in Prince's cause was found:  
With Spear & Shield by force of Arms  
those Rebels to confounded.  
And none more priest, than he was there  
for to pursue the chase:  
Of those that sought, as perjured wights  
to disobey her Grace.  
But when these storms were calmed,  
and every thing at rest:  
Even then to join with them, we hear  
the careless Bird thought best.  
And being a faithful feathered Bird,  
disobeyed hath chokte his heart.  
But God I pray for Christ's sake,  
their stony minds convert.  
And overthrow the enterprise,  
that they have take in hand:  
Which only tends the Laws of God,  
and Princess to withstand.  
But if their minds corrupt,  
do Devilish custom love:  
And that to place the Pope in Throne,  
this discord now they move.  
Let them take heed, for God is just,  
and Maugre all their might:  
As he hath done, so will he now  
for his Elected fight.  
When Pharo did oppress,  
the israelites we read:  
He plagued him and all his Land,  
with sundry Plagues in deed.  
And Maugre Pharaoh's Host,  
and fortitude so strong:  
He brought them thence, & drowned those  
that would his people wrong.  
And is he not? the same God now  
like wonders for to show:  
On those that neither will his might,  
nor Gospel learn to know.  
Think you his Arm doth weaken now:  
or is his power less?  
At this present, then then it was  
his foes for to suppress.  
If not, why seek ye then  
his Honour to decay?  
And that the Pope in England should,  
again bear ruling sway.  
Where are your English hearts become?  
is truth and faith now fled?  
Have ye forgot the place, where ye  
where borne and also bred?  
Regard ye not your Nurse,  
your Native zoyle and Land:  
Whose Honour you are bound to seek,  
and all her fees withstand.  
Your God ye should obey,  
his word you aught to love:  
Your Crown and Country to defend,  
it would you all behove.  
First God to Honour ye are bound,  
for giving breathed life:  
For blessing you with wealths increase,  
as you have felt full rife.  
And next your Queen whose clemency,  
ye have both known and felt:  
Which bountuously unto you all,  
her gracious gifts hath dealt.  
As well for that her Grace,  
is heir unto the Crown:  
And child unto the Eight Henry,  
a Prince of high renown.  
As also that her Majesty,  
all errors doth suppress:  
And travels still, that God's truth may  
in England have success.  
And to your Country ye be bound,  
as Nature doth you will:  
Because that she hath Nursed you up,  
ye aught to love her still.  
In her Defence ye aught with sword,  
as well in Princess cause:  
In bloody field to strive against,  
all those that hate her laws.  
But you forget all this,  
no God, nor Prince ye fear:  
Ne to your Country any love,  
your deeds do prove you bear.  
But even as Caterpillars sure,  
ye seek her wealth to spoil:  
But God is able by his power,  
to give you all the foil.  
When that his people have been vexed,  
by tyrants raging ire:  
As now your Pope this rule to keep,  
perhaps doth you require.  
Whose pelting Pardon ye enjoy,  
to make your hearts so strong:  
That forth ye rush, to work your wills  
suppressing right for wrong.  
What are ye now absolved  
from thrift and fall to sin?  
Or doth the Pope to make you Saints,  
for this practice begin?  
Why then, its Cock: ye may be bold,  
the Heavens shallbe your own:  
I blame ye not if your good wills,  
to further him be shown.  
But hark ye balaam's blind,  
if Popish Saints ye be:  
The darkness with clear light,  
at no time can agreed.  
Can Christ an● Belliall love?  
can truth a falsehood be?  
Or shall the Goats expulse the Lambs,  
from Heaven confess to me?  
Not more can you his Saints,  
the Flock of God deface:  
Ne yet his Pardon grant to you,  
in Heaven a resting place.  
But yet if cursed cruel Cain,  
which shed just Abel's blood:  
For Homicide shall win the Heavens?  
then Christ shall do you good.  
If Arius that Heretic,  
enjoy felicity?  
Then shall your Pope, & you his Saints  
which are as ill as he.  
If judas for betraying Christ,  
shall reign in Heaven on high?  
So shall the Pope, and you his Saints  
I can it not deny.  
If Mahomet that Prophet false,  
eternity do gain?  
Then shall the Pope, & you his Saints  
in Heaven be sure to reign.  
If julius Apostata,  
with Christ a place possess?  
So shall the Pope, and you his Saints  
of force I must confess.  
But hark, prepare your ears to hear  
what tidings I shall tell:  
As these for their most wicked lives,  
did sink down into Hell.  
So shall the Pope, and all his Saints  
unless they do repent:  
Receive like hire, when Christ from Heaven  
to judge us shallbe sent.  
For none more prove than he,  
the truth for to withstand:  
And none more apt than are his Saints  
to take the sword in hand▪  
To fight against God's heavenly truth,  
and those that love the same:  
Such zeal have they unto the dross,  
that pelting Popes did frame.  
What truth their doctrine hath,  
is easy for to try:  
A man may judge the fruits thereof,  
that hath but half an eye.  
No truth contains the same,  
therein is flatly couched  
A heap of errors false and vain,  
which they for truth have vouched.  
Then cursed are they then,  
that Heresies maintain:  
And teach untruths, in steed of truth  
the apostle saith plain.  
If Christ's death and precious blood,  
shed forth upon the Cross:  
Unable be to purge our sin,  
and pay to God our loss.  
His death was vain I judge,  
his blood was shed in waste:  
Which all that know and trust therein,  
do know the gain they taste.  
By faith they purged are,  
from sin in his sweet blood:  
Though now the Pope, do tell to us  
a tale of Robin hood.  
Who comes with pelting pardons now,  
and stinking Bulls of lead:  
To Pardon sin, and would 'cause us  
under our feet to tread.  
The blood of Christ, that heavenly Lamb  
(a pretty juggling cast)  
But God from Heaven with vengeance hot  
this Monster vile will blast.  
Yea, he will break the crew,  
of all the Popish brood:  
That hope to have a Golden day,  
to shed more Martyr's blood.  
Yea, Christ will suage the greedy thirst,  
of cruel careless Cain:  
Which persecute his members still,  
and put his Saints to pain.  
He will not leave his Church,  
to languish in distress:  
Though he permit some Tyrants still,  
her Children to oppress.  
But as a faithful husband sure,  
he doth his Church regard:  
And at the last amidst his wrath,  
his foes will sure reward.  
Yea, he will break the jaws  
of Antichrist so wood▪  
Which greedily his Wolvish thirst,  
doth quench with-Martyrs blood.  
When OG and ZEON sought to spoil,  
the Israelites I find:  
A jeptha for to shield his flock,  
the mighty God assigned.  
When that Phelistia sought,  
with Israel to strive:  
A Samson God did raise at last,  
to den his foes to drive.  
When Ahab did displease the Lord,  
and jesabel his Queen:  
Whose havoc to oppress his Saints,  
full greedily was seen.  
He waxed wroth, and plagued her  
in his most furious mood:  
She broke her neck, the dogs at last  
did lap her guilty blood.  
When ●abins Captain Cisera.  
did sore oppress God's fold:  
God raised a Deborah we read,  
to make his heart full cold.  
When that Assyria annoide,  
Samaria in deed:  
God by his power, fought for them  
and from their foes them freed.  
When Oliphemus did assault,  
Bethulia I find:  
A valiant judith unto them,  
the mighty God assigned.  
When that Antiochus did extort,  
the people of the Lord:  
And sought for to destroy them clean,  
by force of bloody sword.  
God raise a Machabeus then,  
his flock Elect to shield:  
Thus unto his oppressed Church,  
God comfort still doth yield.  
And what have these his foes?  
unplagued gone away:  
Not, Cysera lost his life I read,  
in Tent where hide he lay.  
And Oliphernus lost his head,  
by Judith's valiant hand:  
Thus God doth fight for Zion'S health,  
you Foes may understand.  
What? was not Haman hanged on  
the tree he did prepare:  
To hang the jews, why then I read  
some Papists to beware?  
Antiochus was plagued sore,  
in Chariot where he lay:  
The worms did drop out of his flesh,  
as you can not denay.  
The Bible forth doth show,  
a number such as these:  
Which plagued were, because the Lord,  
they did so sore displease.  
For which some Papists look,  
and thereof make great boast:  
And then as late they did, be sure  
the faithful they will roast.  
Then rigour should have rule,  
where mercy now doth reign:  
And fire and faggots should not fail,  
your Mass for to maintain.  
You long to have your Holy water,  
and holy bread again:  
You long to have your little round God,  
in Pix for to remain.  
You long to have a popish priest,  
to sing a pelting Mass:  
You wish to have the Church again,  
abused as it was.  
But God your longing can depose,  
though long therefore ye look:  
Your Golden day may chance to cause,  
Your necks to stand a crook.  
And therefore leave your whispering you,  
that daily gape for news:  
Take heed all ye that do Paul's Church,  
in order such abuse.  
Repent, amend and call for grace,  
while God doth lend you time:  
Embrace the truth and scorn it not,  
lest vengeance plague your crime.  
And ye that stand in doubt my friends,  
cast all your doubts away:  
And unto God's eternal truth,  
trust as your only stay.  
For if ye stray from Christ,  
and unto Satan cleave:  
He will when you have greatest need,  
in danger still you leave.  
For who so doth forsake the Lord,  
for fear of worldly loss:  
And thinketh scorn upon his back,  
to take his Masters Crosse.  
Is far unmeet to have a place,  
with Christ in Heaven above:  
As plainly he in his Gospel,  
at large doth show and prove.  
And now ye that do range at large,  
like Papists stout and bold:  
In many a place of London sure,  
when tidings strange are told.  
Refrain your tongues, beware henceforth  
what you do speak and say:  
For God regards his little Fold,  
we have the Golden day.  
His Gospel pure is truly taught,  
and Preachers ready are:  
To us out of his holy Law,  
our duties to declare.  
The Sacraments are ministered,  
as Christ to us hath taught:  
Wherein we learn what he for us,  
by his dear death hath wrought.  
For as we eat material Bread,  
and Drink material Wine:  
So spiritually we feed by Faith,  
on Christ's flesh divine.  
And so we drink his precious Blood,  
to cheer our Souls with all:  
Not grossly as you Papists say,  
with outward teeth Carnal.  
But Spiritually by Faith,  
upon his Flesh we feed:  
And so we Drink his precious Blood,  
to comfort us in deed.  
Then have we not a Golden day?  
the Lord prolong the same:  
That in his fear, henceforth we may  
practise our lives to frame.  
And so be thankful to our God,  
for these his gifts of grace:  
That he may still behold our days,  
with his most loving face.  
That all our words & deeds henceforth,  
may learn so to accord:  
That we with hearts unfeigned may,  
still live and Laud the Lord.  
And next our gracious Queen,  
so Honour and obey:  
That England may be freed still,  
from Papists Golden day.  
Which unto those that fear the Lord,  
and love his verity:  
Through rigour and extorted force,  
a dismal day would be.  
From which Lord fiend thy little flock,  
and give our foes a fall:  
Confounded those cruel Caines (O Lord)  
that for a change do call.  
And so thy truth do graft,  
with in our tender heart:  
That from thy truth and Testament,  
no danger 'cause us start.  
Confounded the rage of Rebels stout,  
Lord be our strength and Tower:  
As from the Turk so shield us Lord,  
from force of Popish power.  
Abate their pride which wilful be,  
in lingering hope to stay:  
Protect thy Fold, defend thy Church  
from Papists Golden day.  
Advance thy Gospel still,  
let not thy praise decay:  
Stretch forth thine arm, & shield us still  
from Papists Golden day.  
Let all that love thy Testament,  
with heart's unfeigned pray:  
That never more in England here,  
the Pope have Golden day.  
Increase the number of thy fold,  
thy mercy Lord display:  
Prolong among thy simple sheep,  
this happy Golden day.  
That we thy pasture may attain,  
and so thy word obey:  
That we at no time need to fear,  
the Papists Golden day.  
Come hast thy kingdom mighty God,  
come jesus Christ we pray:  
That all our foes, may learn and know  
we have a Golden day.  
Our Realm & Queen defend dear God,  
with heart and mind I pray:  
That by thy aid her Grace may keep,  
the Papists from their day.  
Her health, her wealth, and vital race  
in mercy long increase:  
And grant that Civil war and strife,  
in England still may cease.  
Confounded the purpose and devise,  
of all that careless crew:  
Which seek by force for to withstand,  
thy word and Gospel true.  
Preserve the Counsel of this Realm,  
let thy Spirit be their stay:  
That they their Council may employ,  
to break the Papists day.  
Send Preachers true good Lord,  
thy Gospel to display:  
That by their travel they may let,  
the Papists Golden day.  
The Commons of this Realm defend,  
that love may aye abound:  
And grant obedience to our Queen,  
may ever more be found.  
That as she faithful is,  
her Subjects aye to love:  
So true and trusty unto her,  
our hearts may ever prove.  
Thus shall the mighty God,  
be our Defence and stay:  
And keep the cruel Papists still,  
from their long wished day.  
And we shall have as God do grant,  
to Papists swift decay:  
The word of grace sincerely Preached,  
which is our Golden day.  
Which to continue long,  
to God let us all prey:  
Whose glorious name be Lauded still,  
for this our Golden day.  
FINIS.