● church is that 〈◊〉 stone  
〈◊〉 all filth and stinch doth smell very strong.  
The Angel therefore crieth to old and young,  
Saying: come away from her my people speedily,  
Lest ye be partakers of the beasts iniquity.   

For this is even she, which with her fornication,  
Hath made almost all princes commit adultery,  
And eke hath made them drunk with her superstition  
Whereby she hath got up to great authority.  
The blood of gods saints, she drank plentifully.  
Therefore as vengeance to you she hath showed,  
Double to her again let the same be repaid.   

Pull down her shop of wares, wherbi she hath got  
All the treasures on earth, and ruled the same,  
Both Emperors & Kings this beast spared not,  
But placed and displaced, as pleased this Dame.  
Therefore shall God now descry her whole shame,  
And eke pull down her shop of merchandise,  
With all her merchants, which thereby did rise.   

Wherefore O ye Merchants of the Romish Babel,  
Weep, howl, and wile, for near is your fall,  
The blood of God's saints for vengeance crieth   
And God now in wrath on you pour it shall.  
Come away form her therefore God's people all,  
Lest ye be partakers of her plagues and evil  
And so in fire & brimstone be burnt with the devil.   

 
Emprors & Kings with many a great kingdoms.  
Intend to destroy us, and have no remorse.  
Behold here our shop which enriched our purse,  
How it to ruin beginneth to fall.  
For the top they have broken, & down they will have all.   

Our pardons & relics which was our beginning  
Is nought now regarded, and found all but lies,  
Our masses & dirgies which kept us aloft raining  
Are now not believed, but all folk them despise.  
The Lutherans at these did first enterprise,  
And at them so pulled, that the top they have broken  
Of our high steeple, which the same doth betoken   

And now the Hugonites, with the Beggars together,  
With all force they may are pulling at the rest,  
Which is our authority, and punishment severe,  
And eke our stout ruling from East unto West.  
Thus all these three at our church before priest,  
To show their great power in pulling it down  
Which out out alas, will be done to to soon.   

Wherefore O romish Babylon, we now the bemoan  
And also our own selves which lived by thee.  
Now wring our hands, we weep, sigh & groan  
For this our destruction which draweth so nigh.  
●n nations now plainly our falsehood do spy,  
And our great cruelty they do so detest,  
That till we be destroyed they will not be at rest    

¶ Imprinted at London by john Awdeley/ dwelling in little ●●●taine street without 〈◊〉. The xvii of August. 1566