THE POPE'S Farewell; OR, Queen Ann's Dream. Containing a true Prognostic of her own Death, Together with the extirpation of Popery out of these Realms by King Edward the 6 th'. but especially by Queen Elizabeth, of ever-blessed memory; Being Translated out of a Book Written in her Reign, and by her allowed to be Printed. Written Originally in Latin Verse by Mr. Christopher Ockland, and Printed in the Year 1582 Together with some few remarks Upon the Late PLOT, OR, Non-Con-Conspiracy.  
ENTERED according to Order.  
Printed by J. M. for T. W. a true lover of the Church of England, as now Established by Law.   

THE Pope's Farewell; Or, Queen Ann's Dream.  
WHen Arcto's does the Northern Pole disclose, 
A Description of the Night.   
When Men, and Dogs, and Mortals all repose,  
Then 
* The God of Sleep.  Morpheus in my Uncle's shape appears,  
Who had been dead and buried several Years;  
His Head was balled, his face o'ergrown with Hair,  
He calls to me (Dear Daughter) do not fear;  
I am your Uncle, (though you be a Queen)  
Who dwell in Regions never to be seen  
By Mortal Eyes, where life is truly so,  
Freed from all grief, debauch, and worldly woe;  
To live at this rate, is indeed to live,  
To live a Mortal I would little give:  
Then haste, I pray you, come and be a Bride  
T'our Saviour Christ, Come all ye Saints beside,  
Who lives in Heaven, and has Built the Skies,  
There to bestow upon His Flock a Prize  
Peace and true joys, with Rest for evermore,  
Free from all Change; this is the Prize in store.  
What profit honours here upon the Earth?  
Or Prince's Glory? is't not the People's Breath?  
What profit Riches, or the best attire?  
Since, whence they sprang, they all must turn to mire.  
Can they give health, or can they change the mind?  
Where Satan and men's lusts are both combined  
To crush the Soul? or will pale Death be bribed,  
By these, to stay? and lay its Darts aside?  

* Solomon.  All things are fading which from Earth do spring,  
Look you to Heaven, there behold your King.  
But why should I thus speak? Good Queen attend,  
I only come to tell you as a Friend,  
That Hellish envy lurks in Prince's Courts,  
'Midst all their Games, Divertizements and Sports;  
And look where any's great, and does excel  
In Virtue, those it always aims to quell;  
'Tis still contriving, never out of breath,  
Still closely aiming at its Objects Death,  

* Henr● 8.  England's Great King having of late descried  
The See of Rome, their projects, and their pride,  
Commands forthwith that none shall it obey  
In his Dominions, or the Pope bear sway;  
Nor shall hereafter hither send his 
* Writts' of Excommunication.  Bulls,  
To pick up Gain from ill-taught empty Sculls;  
Now, tho' the Pope be Banished hence, he sends  
Such as by right or wrong may serve his ends;  
These lurk in Court, nor can they be secure,  
Whilst you are Queen, or put their Plots in ure;  
Therefore they seek to take away your life  
By right, or wrong, and so to end the strife;  
But once within these Two Years, they shall find  
That Popish Images will be Confined  
To Fiery Flames, and all the Temples freed,  
In Britain's Isle, from such a noisome Weed.  
Oh happy England who art not confined  
To worship Stocks and Stones; thus did the blind.  
Whilst Egypt's King had never known a God,  
They worshipped Leeks, now this you'll say was odd.  
But you, Oh 
* Q. Ann.  Queen, shall never live to see  
This happy Change, this grand Catastrophe;  
Yet still the Dregs of Rome's foul superstition,  
Shall not be fully purged out of this Nation;  
Till pious 
* Edw. 6.  Edward Ruleth in this Isle,  
Then Rome Farewell, (farewel I say a while)  
For seven Summers finish out his reign,  
Then comes Queen Mary, Rome returns again;  
Now he who dares the sacred 
* The Bible  Writ to read  
In his own Tongue, for that offence must Bleed;  
Or he that dares to thwart the See of Rome,  
Has forthwith Fire and Faggot for his Doom;  
But by your Child 
* Q. Eliz.  Eliza's bearing sway,  
These wrongs shall cease, and Papists post away.  
The Pope to 
* A River in Italy.  Tiber's shore will be Confined,  
Not suffered here t'infatuate the Blind,  
But there to vend his Knacks, and foolish toys,  
To those he's made more ignorant than Boys;  
For Here his Power and all his Pride must end,  
Believe Me as your Uncle, and your Friend.  
Hence he will rage, and fret, and fume, and tore,  
And seek t'imbroyl You in a Civil- War:  
The 
* Q. Eliz.  Virgin Queen, your Daughter, he will try  
By secret Arts and Methods to Destroy;  
But all in vain, for GOD will Her Defend  
In Peace and Plenty to her utmost end;  
Yet notwithstanding he will rage and fume,  
Allotting Hell, not Heaven, for the Doom  
Of all her loyal Subjects; Yet shall she  
The only Glory of all Women be;  
But 
* Q. Ann.  You, my Offspring, never think to find  
The Fates on earth so generous and Kind,  
For Heavens Great Maker will e'er long call You  
From earthly pomp, to bid the world adieu,  
Yet ne'er regret this Change, for where You'll go,  
There is no tears, no sorrow, pain, or woe;  
The place is Heaven, where you'll find such joys,  
As if compared, will prove all other toys;  
Then be Courageous, do not faint, my Dear,  
Although my Message seem (perchance) severe;  
For, gentle Queen, your Glass is almost Run,  
Yet Thirty Days, and you'll be Dead and gone:  
But let this cheer you, Your Eliza shall  
Credit her Father, You, herself and All.  
FINIS SOMNII.   

THus ends this Hero's Dream, or Prophesy,  
Which Ages since have found to be no Lie;  
Nor ought it longer for to be concealed,  
Since all things proved true as they was Revealed.  
What then means fear of Popery in this Nation?  
'Cause Faith with Atheists is quite out of fashion;  
Neither will Non con, whate'er Sect he be,  
Credit Great Caesar or the DEITY;  
He promiseth to Rule by Law, but they  
(In spite of him) base Rebels, would bear sway;  
He Pardons, pardons worse than jews or Turks,  
Like God, his Mercy's over all his Works;  
O happy England! thou may'st gladly sing,  
That ever Charles the Second was thy King;  
A Prince so wise, so kind, so good and just,  
As none but Infidels could him distrust,  
Or in his Godlike Monarchy plot Treason,  
With any colour, justice, sense, or reason.  
Sure Men turn Bedlams in this Isle of late,  
Whilst nought but Bloodshed can appease their hate.  

K Char. 2.  Ah me! and therefore must the best of Kings,  

D. of Y.  And's Brother Dye! who ever heard such things?  
Wonder of wonders! all Sects did agree  
To act this Heathenish, Hellish Tragedy.  
But blessed be th'immortal God on high,  
Who from his Throne all Mischiefs does descry,  
And has revealed t'our Sovereign King below,  
Now to distinguish 'twixt his Friend and Foe.  
Then let all loyal Hearts such Mercies prise,  
And laud and praise the Sovereign of the Skies,  
Who has t'our Gracious King in time revealed  
That treason which base Rebels long concealed;  
And let all pious souls, for this Great thing,  
Pray from their Hearts, God save and bless the King  
FINIS.