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BEhold Rome's Monster on his monstrous Beast!  
To fullness of his foulness (now) increased!  
How He in papal Pride doth ride along,  
And how his sons and shavelings thrust and throng  
To see his sacred hollow-holiness  
His Babylonish Blasphemies express.  
His barrel-bellied Beast on stilts doth stalk,  
And with 7 hideous Heads doth proudly walk.  
The heads, 7 hell-spawned deadly sins do show.  
Wherein Rome's Rabble rankly rise and grow.  
four faithless Feet, Deceit, Debate and Pride,  
With ill-got-gain, his steps on stylts do guide;  
To raise him up aloft, in supreme seat,  
Like Saturn's son, ruling all Princes great.  
His long-cloud-threatning fierce advanced tail,  
The very stars (God's Saints) doth sore assail:  
Whereby is shown, Rome's bloody Inquisition,  
Wasting God's Saints, hasting their own perdition,  
Then Babel's Bishops, Jesuits, friars base,  
About the Beasts Posteriours flock apace,  
And from his barrel-breech, the Dregs and Lees  
Of Rome's all-rotten relics, dear Decrees,  
They fill full-Cups of Romish Fornication;  
Which, by the Princes of Rome's domination,  
So filled, are swilled, and They made drunk thereby,  
And in Destruction sleeping, snorting die.  
As (thus) proud Babel's bawd doth proudly prance,  
In Blood and Blasphemy herself t'advance  
'gainst God and his dear Saints; heavens indignation  
Pours-down the Vials of dire Desolation  
Upon Rome's Whore, and with his nostrils breath,  
Sends his obsequious servant, Sergeant Death,  
Her to arrest, with his death-wounding Dart;  
Who shoots his shaft and reaves and cleaves his heart.  
Whom (as She in her height of Pride did sit)  
He, with his Rope of wrath, pulls to the Pit  
Of Desolation and Destruction dire,  
To burn in hell's all-ever-burning fire.  
Thus is proud Babel fallen, and in her fall,  
Fallen are her Vassals, Satan's Vessels all:  
Even now, this work begins, for, Rome looks sickly,  
even so Lord Jesus come, oh Lord come quickly;  
To right the wrongs of thy distressed Saints.  
To send an end to all their woes and plaints.  
Most humbly, heartily prayeth, John VICARS.   

Imprinted at London, and are to be sold by William Peake at his shop near Holborn Conduit, next the Sun tavern.