A PASSIONATE satire Upon a devilish Great HE-WHORE That lives yonder at ROME. APox on the Pope, with his damned bald Pate, What a stir hath this To●d made here of late; Such a Noise and a horrible Glamour Is here with this Whore, a Plague of God on ●er. Must Majesty fall and wallow in Blood For a Whore's Quarrel that's not worth a Turd? Must the Kingdom and State be at a loss, Leave their sweet Peace to lie under a across? Must Church and Church-men be exposed to foorns, Tost up and down by a Beast with ten Horns? Must Christians that know no more but one God Worship ten thousand, or be scourged with a Rod? Must Beads, and a across, and a relic from joan, Make us fall down to Prayers right or wrong? Must Hobgoblin Mass, that's learned of Old-Nick, compliment God for the Well and the Sick? Must Water blessed by a Conjuring Monk scour away Sins from a Pockyfi●d Punk? Must Souls be prayed out, the Devil hath got, At so much per Mass, Hello there they must rot? Must Sinners be said by Old Sinning Gulls? I'll n●●re●eg your pardon, those are damned ●ulls. Must We, cannibal l●ke, eat up our God, Or else must We not in Heaven have abode? Must Fire and Wood burn all that won't bow, Worship S. Doll, and the Devil knows who? Must Ignorance be our Guide to Glory, Then Heaven I'●n sure is ●ut●an o●d Story. Must all Men b● blind that ●pen●●heir Eyes, That Priests may do what they please with their Wives? Must killing of Kings, and Princes to boot Be Marks that the Pope is sound at the Root? Must a Concl●veos Rog●es, and Jesuit Priests, persuade all the World to worship the Beast? Must the Pope order all by Sea and by Land, Who must turn out, and who is to stand? Must those be entrusted that swear and receive whate'er you impose, that they may deceive? Must Judas be saved that eat of the Sop? No, by the Mass, he deserved the Rope: Must such be employed at Sea and at Shore, That would subvert all to set up the Whore? Must those be good that designed to seem such? Who in Parliament time subscribed to the Church: Must We all be undone by a damned Popish Crew, Some that is about us, and some We ne're knew? Must the King and his Friends see and know this, And yet be advised that nothing's amiss? Must this be the Trap, then the Devil take it, Our Hogs We've brought to a blessed Market. FINIS.