The shameful downfall of the Pope's Kingdom Containing the life and death of Steeven Garnet, the Pope's chief Priest in England: being executed in Paul's Churchyard in London the 3. of May last. 1606.  
To the tune of, Triumph and joy..  

Garnet, the Pope's chief wandering Priest, his habit and attire.   

LEt all true English hearts now sing  
Unto the Lord our heavenly King,  
Which Treasons unto light doth bring,  
To th' Author's endless shame.   

N● Treason was more vild and bad,  
Which Popish crew conspired had,  
To make all England mor●e and sad.  
To Papists endless shame.   

Nor former age was ever bend,  
Such Treasons strange for to invent,  
And turn them to so ill intent:  
To Papists endless shame.   

The Treasons all, God hath bewrayed,  
Which Pope & Priests and Papists laid:  
For God above is still our aid,  
To Papists endless shame.   

These thirty years no Traitors spite  
Was wrought against the Gospel's light,  
Nor yet against our Sovereign's right,  
To Papists endless shame.   

But Steeven Garnet (void of grace)  
Knew when, and how, and where the place  
That Treasons plotting were apace,  
To Papists endless shame.   

He travail did both far and near,  
Like to a Wolf and ravenous Bear,  
To keep poor silly souls in fear,  
To Papists endless shame.   

He hath seduced many a soul,  
And in his Book did them enrol,  
To make them pay the Devil toll,  
To Papists endless shame.   

For he to bring them in c●●riers,  
Hath sent part hence for to●● Friars:  
And traitorous seducing lies,  
To Papists endless shame.   

The Women Nu●es he ●ath ordained,  
Thinking thereby that be hath gained:  
Their souls in Hell for to be chained.  
To Papists endless shame.   

His Pardons and his Bulls are cros●,  
His Popish dignity is lost:  
His Relics eke, to his great cost,  
And Papists endless shame.   

His holy Bones, and holy Stocks,  
His holy Shirts, and holy Smockee●  
Are come unto the Hangman's box,  
To Papists endless shame.   

His (Holiness) pride is now pulled down,  
Which Traitors loved in City & town  
Derrick (the Hangman) hath his gown  
to Papists endless shame.   

Now nought be avails his holy Mass,  
For time hath brought it so to pass,  
That he is proved worse than an Ass,  
To Papists endless shame.   

His Abbots, Priors, Monks, & Friars,  
And other his religious squires,  
Have proved themselves all to be liars,  
To Papists endless shame.   

Their great Commander he is gone  
Which Holiness seemed to put on:  
But provide himself a traitorous on  
To Papists endless shame.   

And by the Sheriffs of London  
He thence was brought with 〈◊〉  
Even as a Wolf for ●● from his 〈◊〉  
To Papists endless shame.   

In Paul's Churchyard on Sca●●  
Was built a Gibber painfully  
On which this ravenous 〈◊〉  
To Papists endless shame.   

Unto which place they did him 〈◊〉  
There for to learn him for to 〈◊〉  
And take his farewell in a string,  
To Papists endless shame.   

He traytor-like was hanged ther●  
But that to hang they did him 〈◊〉  
Till he was dead: that was his 〈◊〉  
to Papists endless shame.   

He than was quartered presently,  
By Derrick and his men then ●y,  
To be set up in places hie,  
to Papists endless shame.   

He well was called Garne● 〈◊〉  
Being counterfeit to 〈…〉  
For his reproach will still  
to Papists endless sha●●●.   

Let poop and Papists 〈◊〉  
That such a counterfeit 〈◊〉  
Which hath their Kingdom 〈◊〉  
to Papists endless shame.   

And let them with Cand●●●  
Curse all the Devils a 〈…〉  
Which makes them against 〈◊〉  
to Papists endless shame.   

Let Christians 〈…〉  
Which brought 〈…〉  
And hath 〈…〉  
to 〈…〉   

Pr● 〈…〉  
 
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〈…〉 which 〈…〉