I marry Sir, here is News indeed.  
BEING The Copy of a Letter which the DEVIL sent to the POPE of ROME, And kept in the Conclave of CARDINALS ever since the year 1623. and now published for the help and comfort of all Romish Catholics in this time of their great necessity, to encourage them.  
Brought over from ROME by CHARON the Ferr iman the last Jesuiticall-Spring-tide of all their Hellish practices to confound this Kingdom of ENGLAND.   depiction of a pope being de-crowned by a unicorn 
Printed in the year of the brave Cavalier. 1642. Decemb: 5 th'.   

TO The most pious, virtuous, and Religious Primate of all Christendom, URBANE the 8. Pope of Rome, and my Vicegerent here upon Earth, Lucifer God of this world, Lord of Gehenna, King of Tartarus, Prince of Abissus, and Commander of the Infernal Furies, sendeth Greeting.  
MOst Reverend and dear Son) whose Holiness I reverence, whose Person I adore, whose Wisdom I muse at, whose Policy I wonder at, whose Strength I admire at, and at whose invincible Army I stand amazed at: I can but extol, applaud and commend thee my Dear (Son) for this thy extraordinary and great pains, cost and Charge in the preparation of thy Forces against the Rebellious Heretics of the Romish Catholic Religion; I mean the Brittanish, Irish, Danish, and Flemish Heretics: The particulars of which force I shall not need to repeat, for I have them in writing, and I hear say, that they are also published to the whole world, therefore follow it with all celerity and expedition, now are the days to Conquer, now is the time to strike, for their God hath forsaken them, their land is impoverished, their Ships are tottered, their State weakened, their Parliament is ended and nothing amended, the Nobles disquieted, the Gentry discouraged the Commons discontented, the Kingdom divided, and the Roman Catholics in England stand gasping and gaping for your daily arrival, therefore now strike or for ever hold thy hands, for by this means thou shalt bridle and confound all malicious, turbulent and illaffected Spirits, against the See of Rome. There are but few Nations in the world that thou needest to fear, vidilizet. The King of Great Britain, the King of Denmark, the King of Sweden, and the Palsgrave falsely usurping the title of the King of Bohemia, and the Rebellious Hollander, but what are these against so many but even molehills to mountains, and no more in our hands then a Lamb in the paws of a Lion yet it were not amiss to practise some deadly stratagem, secretly by my servants your Seminaries and jesuites, by powder, poison or some other means, especial●y against the King of Great Britain, and the Pa … av●s Children those young warlike Imps and King Henry-faced, and D. Elizabeth-hearted-apes; for if they be not now cut off in the blossom but continue until they be ripe fruit, It is to be feared they will do much hurt and mischief, and move Territories against the See of Rome.  
I confess indeed your Armies are of great force, and you have more than a sufficient number of Foot and horse, only I fear you shall want Asses, to carry your provision when you be Landed, therefore I suppose you might have forborn two t●ousand Horses and have leavyed three or four thousand Asses more, for horses, you know must be highly kept, with Pease, Beanes, and oats, and you Asses wil● live and fair hardly with thistles, and nettles, Now because I hear a great muttering and complaint of victuals for your soldiers, therefore I will send you five thousand barrels of the best fresh Lobcocks that can be taken in my River of Styx, and Acheron, and I will send you by my servant Charon, four thousand Tunns of large Cannibals heads sodden in plum Broth, five thousand quarters of Tartarian wheat, every cornel as big as a man's head: and an Iron mill to grind it, whose stones shall be five miles about in compass, and a great Brazen Oven to bake it in, which shall hold three hundred quarters at a batch, and will also send you live thousand Friars Cowles well lined with Fox-fur: to keep your Soldiers from the cold, and five hundred firkins of Crocotia powder to put in little linen bags to hang about the necks of your Soldiers to keep them from Lice and vermin: and a so I will send you six thousand handkerchiffes made of Nun's Skins perfumed with Musk and Ambergreese to wipe the sweat away from your brows in the Battle: and five thousand Targets made of Cardinal's Caps Armour of proof tried by Hell fire: and five thousand els of fine Cambric charmed, a piece whereof being laid to any mortal wound, shall immediately heal it, and lest your Soldiers should want Courage to fight against those Heriticks, (as I fear they do) for I heard say that an English heritick encountered the other day with a Spanish Knight on horse back and conquered him and after that sought with three valiant Spaniards at once, and killed two of them ou● of hand, and made the third run away, therefore I will sent you five thousand Barrels of Lion's hearts, boiled in boiling lead which shall last and wear like iron, and I will also send you an hundred empty hogsheads, to put the blood of these Brittanish and Flemish Rebels into, to be conveyed into Rome and Spain.  
And to strengthen your Knavie the more, I will send you two hundred gallant Asses and every one of them shall have sixty whores on a side, punks five hundred, and strumpets to encourage your Soldiers five thousand; blame me not I pray you though I writ false Arthograthy, for I am not so frequent in the English as I am in the Roman, Spanish and Italian Tongues, and I will send you a thousand legion of my Angels to pitch their tents about you to bring the souls of my Slain servants to me, for I have prepared a fitting place upon purpose for them, therefore fear nothing for I never failed any of my servants, much less my dear and beloved Children, therefore make haste strike now the Iron is hot you are sure you have men enough, horse enough, Ships enough Ordinance enough, Powder and shot enough, Pikes and Muskets enough, munition enough, and water enough, and rather than you shall want wind, I will send you my greatest pair of bellows that I have in Hell, and five thousand of my strongest infernal Furies to blow them.  
And thus my most dear Son, I pour my blessings upon thee in more plentiful manner then the drops of Rain descend upon the Earth. And also upon my two dear grandchildren the Emperor of Rome, and King of Spain, not forgetting the King of Poland, The Archduke Leopold, The Elector of Cullen, The Elector of Mentz, the Elector of Trever, The Duke of Baviere. The Duke of Saxon. The Archbishop of Strasburg. The Duke of Newburg. The great Duke of Florence. The Duke of Parma. The Duke of Mantua, the Duke of Medina, the State of Genoa, the State of Lucas, and the Canton Catholic of the Swissers, as also my good friend Tyrone, and the Earl of Argile, the Duke of Savoy, Sir Robert Dudley, Sir Griffin Marckham, Sir William Stanley, and my faithful revolted friend J. Nevil, styled the Earl of Westmoreland, and not forgetting the Spanish and Italian leaders principal Ass-cistants in this Catholic and holy League. And further I entreat that you would remember my Love to my trusty servant Spinola, who hath spent the quintessence of his wits, the marrow of his bones, and the sweat of his brames, in the besiege of Breda, and other warlike exploits and martial affairs. And who hath been both a true and trusty friend, and as just to my handmaid the Arch-Dutchesse, as ever her own Husband was, and who through his great wisdom and policy hath procured my Grandchild the King of Spain, to grant Letters of Mart, and proclaim open Wars against the King of great Britain, and the rebellious Hollanders, by which means it is now come to pass, that neither English Mouse, nor Flemish Frog, can no sooner peep out of a Hole, or a Bog, but the (Spanish Kite) I mean the Dunkirk's devours them up; and one principal reason you know is this, you have many good friends and favourites in England, great men in great Authority, who although they have a tongue for their King, yet they have a heart for the Pope, who see, and will not see, hear and will not hear, can, but will not resist, partly for their own private commodities, and partly for the affection and love, they bear to the Romish Religion; and further I hear say, my servant Spinola hath received my Sacrament, and kissed the Pax, and hath made a most solemn vow to Saint james, and sworn by his Agnus dei, that he will spend his blood in England, against those Heriticks, and revolters from the Catholic Church of Rome.  
Therefore if cruel Fate and Fortune so conspire to effect that bloody stratagem, than my desire is that his Heart may be baked in a pasty, and sent to my dear Virgins and Daughters, the Nuns in Saint Lucas, and his Bones to the Cathedral Church in Civil, there to remain for ever for a Relic of that holy Saint: and his Stones to be conveyed to my Handmaid the Arch-dutchesse, for a token of his love, and I would have an extraordinary Monument. made for him of Brass, and some pretty Epi-knave upon his death. Remember my love also to my Nephew the Infunta-Bona-Maria, who is to marry with my Grandchilds eldest Son, the Emperor of Rome, and tell her that although I cannot be there in person myself, (by reason of other extraordinary business) yet my Secretary Belzebub, and a Legion of my Angels shall attend at her Nuptials. And I cannot be forgetful of my most worthy and beloved Servant and Statesman Gondamor, and his great pains that he took in England, when he was there Ambassador, in groping in the night, and diving in the day, into the very entrails (I mean the privy Chamber of their State, and Kingdom) and ever since going about to make use of it, and to put that which he hath learned in practice, and also who did encourage my Children the Romish Catholics in England (being your Sub-jackes) to persevere in the Catholic Religion, and to be patiented for a time, for there would come a day shortly wherein they should have free Liberty to use their Consciences: and I have sent him a Box of precious ointment to heal his Fistula in his Posteriorums, lest it should creep into his Priorums, and by that means the Commonwealth of Spain, should be utterly deprived of so excellent a member. I doubt not but that you have Cannonized my worthy Servant T. R. for a Saint, who killed that filthy Heretic, Thomas Scot, Preacher at Vtrecht, who hath always been a pestilent Enemy to me, and our States; Therefore I charge you upon my blessing that he be Cannonized with Garnet, Tunstell, Digby, Winter, Grant, Ruckwood, Cays, Bats, and Faulks, and the rest of the Saints, for I have his Soul already: And although the last Fleet against the Heretic Q. Elizabeth, in 8●. took not good effect, and success, by reason of misfortune and privy conspiracy of that filthy (Which) Furbusher, and that Conjurer Drake and likewise the Gunpowder Treason, Anno 1605. against King james and his Posterity, (by reason of the miscarriage of an unfortunate Letter) yet let us not be dismayed, but practice continually, Vi et armis ingenitsque, to work some rare exploit, my helping hand shall not be wanting; for surely some Lime-twigs being set, it is a hundred to ten but one will take: they lying so see … te, and never seeking to prevent any danger in time. Therefore remember me kindly to my servants the Seminaries and jesuits, for they must be the principal instruments to put that in practise which we have invented; And this admirable invincible Army which we have now prepared, shall be called Colla Jugo, or the thunderbolt of the World; because it shall not only make the Britanish, Irish, Danish, and Flemish Heretics and Rebels quake, but the very Turk himself stand upon his guard. Now to conclude with weeping eyes, one thing grieves me to the heart, I understood the other day that an English Heretic should send word to my youngest son, the King of Spain, that his Soldiers should bring no wildfire with them, for fear of endangering their Ships and that they would save them that labour, for if your forces did land in England, they would make them shit wildfire before they went away, (oh) this hath cut me to the soul, and I can speak no more,  
Vale from my great Court in Tartarus, this first of julibus, Anno Millimo Sillimo Vicessimo Sexto. Pater tuus Amantissimus Luciferus Rex Tartari, & Dominus hujus Mundi,  Translated out of the Dutch Copy into English, by me George Wolley, now resident in Rotterdam. 
FINIS.