THE POPE'S PYRAMIDS.  
 intertwined pyramid of serpents and papal regalia 
Blasphemy.  
Profanes.  
Pride.  
Covetousness.  
Idleness.  
Envy.  
Cruelty.  
Heresy.  
hypocrisy.  
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Sodomy.  
Rebellion.  
Ignorance.   

The fruits of Rome, thou here protractured seest,  
And sins begotten by her Antichrist;  
Who like a Serpent with despiteful ire,  
With poison armed, with eyes as red as fire,  
With Triple crown, and with his horned might,  
In wait lies for, the children of the light:  
Whose cursed brood, about their dam within,  
Breathe out the venom of a several sin.  
The chief in order, horrid Blasphemy,  
Their parent takes against the Deity,  
What is it else? when us he makes believe,  
Salvation at his pleasure he can give?  
In heaven, in hell, in purgatory to  
He can do much, nay more than God can do;  
Rome's Temples built, for pure Religion,  
Are all profaned now (saith Mantuan,)  
Base parasites her Church-revenew feeds,  
And sacred Altars serve but Ganymedes:  
In Bull, in Pardons, Peter's keys are sold,  
With Christ himself, (to who'ule give most) for gold:  
Whiles that Christ's flock, unto his charge assigned,  
For want of food, is cast away and pined,  
Or naked left, as silly lambkins be,  
To the world's mercy, or wolf's cruelty,  
As Heretics, Gods children she doth hold,  
And all that are not hemmed within her fold,  
When she herself, the root of error is,  
And hath maintained the grossest Heresies.  
How many Popes doth Platina record,  
Vile Heretics, did whilom Row afford?  
Of whom Monothelites, some Arrians were,  
Some others Atheists, one a conjurer:  
Of Holiness thus doth she bear a show,  
And with the Church's title masked go,  
Depainted outward glorious to the ere,  
When her devotion's but Hypocrisy:  
They fasting teach, yet daintyest cates do buy,  
To please the taste, and serve their gluttony:  
That here again, should Epicurus live,  
He would the Palm unto the Friars give:  
Sardanapalus, Nero, and the rest,  
Whose very names, you chaster ears detest  
Of Nature never deserved greater blame,  
Then Rome, for one thing, which I dare not name:  
Rome, thou that Traitors their bad lessons teachest,  
And great'st estates, t'advance thy; ride impeachest:  
Lo here the picture of thy Tyranny,  
As Pasquil sent it to our Brittany.   


A Pyramid, of Serpent's poisonous brood;  
(Rome,) here behold, erected is on high  
Upon seven hills, where once thy glory stood  
Sad Monument of thy Impiety:  
Which all the world infecteth, far and nigh,  
Like the Cerastes, threatening speedy death,  
If unawares we come within her breath.   

About whose head, in knots, and wreathe strange,  
Her cursed Imps, on every side do crawl,  
While she about her horned head doth range,  
With poisoned spite, empeiring over all:  
That shepherd, nor his flock hereafter shall  
Be (Tiber,) with thy pleasant streams acquainted,  
Which this foul Serpent with all sin hath tainted.   

Where once good Pastors Halleluiabs sang,  
And sat, their snowy flocks in quiet tending,  
That all thy banks with heavenly Music rang,  
The Laurel groves, their friendly shadows lending;  
But now (alas) those happy days have ending,  
And by thy shore, (as Sibyl did foretell,)  
This hateful brood, of Antichrist doth dwell.   

But lo exalted to the highest degree,  
That Pride, or vain Ambition could devose;  
God's word (a double edged sword) we see  
Doth deadly wound this Serpent from the skies;  
That never fear him now, if you be wise:  
But pray the Lord, that he his grace would send,  
And in his Truth instruct you to the end.     

LONDON Printed in Shoe-lane, at the sign of the Falcon.