A BULL SENT BY POPE PIUS  
To encourage the Traitors in England, pronounced against Queen Elizabeth, of ever glorious Memory; showing the wicked designs of Popery.  

SInce Constantine the Great, whose bounteous Hand,  
Impow'rd Rome's Prelates with such vast Command,  
Ambition swells them, and they scarce think fit,  
The World should hold the Seat whereon they sit.  
King's have their Footstools been, Imperial Crowns  
Pounded to Atoms by their fatal frowns;  
The unhinged Nations topsy-turvy turned,  
Clandestine Tumults, peaceful Cities burned;  
With direful Plots unripped the Seams of State,  
Murdered their Kings, and Thrones laid desolate.  
This blustering Monarch's Wings did Treason raise,  
First from a Monk to gain an Abbot's place;  
From thence a Prior, next a Hat all red,  
Declares with pride the blood himself has shed.  
This poor distressed Monk thus drawn from's Cell,  
At last storms Heaven, and breaks the Gates of Hell;  
Eaths Pillars shakes, confines the terrene World,  
In his conceit the Globe's on Rockets hurled;  
And arrogates more power than he who made  
Man out of Dust, And all this Structure laid:  
To cloak which monstrous pride, Saint Peter's Hood  
Is worn by him, though smeared with Martyr's Blood,  
Whose sacred Eyes ne'er viewed a Martyr's doom,  
Except his own when Crucified at Rome;  
But his Successors, far more great than good,  
Are fleshed with slaughter, drunk with steaming blood.  
These but the shade of that Succession be,  
Yet dare pretend more Sanctity than he;  
He ne'er dispersed horned Bulls, nor breathed a Curse  
Against the Lord's Anointed; no, nor worse,  
Sent Villains out to murder peaceful Kings,  
Indulged with Pardons tipped with Poison Stings:  
To silence all that dare defend, we will  
Insert their own preposterous Popish skill.  
'Tis sure they'll not deny, or if they do,  
The Nation knows their Negative's untrue.  
A dreadful Sentence blown by Papal breath,  
Against the great renowned Elizabeth;  
The glory of her Sex, whose Virgin Zone  
Environed with mercy her established Throne;  
A Bull more fierce than those that Basan bred,  
To push the Royal Crown from off her Head ( 
Discharge her Subjects, and Commotions raise,  
To set the Nation in a Roman Blaze:  
From Pius Quintus, and his daring Crew,  
This Curse was sent, let Christians take a view.   

The Bull against Queen Elizabeth.  

1.  
Pius Rome's Bishop, serving God on high,  
To be remembered to Eternity.   

2.  
Christ has appointed me Supreme, that none  
Without my leave should dare to mount a Throne:  
Princes my Vassals are, their power's from me;  
I Kings depose, and set their Subjects free.   

3.  
Since Peter Rules the Church, my Power is good;  
He signs my Warrant, and I wear his Hood.   

4.  
I take all pains, and spare no labour, yet  
The wicked do to such a number get;  
They disannul the Dictates I Command,  
And what's unjust, my sacred Rites withstand.   

5.  
First, England's Queen has ta'en the Mass away;  
No Sacrifice, no Prayers, nor Fastingday;  
No choice of Meats, nor Law for single Lives,  
Against my will the Clergy take them wives.   

6.  
She has Usurped the Kingdom, and maintains  
Herself Supreme, and wrists from me the Rains  
Of Ecclesiastic Government; the Land  
Is almost drawn from my Pontifick Hand:  
Obedience is denied, my Prelates sent  
To strong Confinements, or to Banishment.   

7.  
She has removed all that stood for me,  
And so displaced the chief Nobility:  
Of such Inferior Men her Council's made,  
As know not me, yet dare my Right Invade.   

8.  
My Rebels too of Flanders she receives;  
Those I Command to die, she still Reprieves.   

9  
For these, and such like Crimes, we think it fit  
Our Curse on her, and all that prompt her, light;  
All those that durst our sacred Will control,  
From our dread Curse must Ransom back her Soul.   

10.  
By Deprivation here we put an end  
To all the Rights, or Claims she could pretend  
Unto the Kingdom, whatsoever they be;  
To all her Power, and late Authority.   

11.  
We charge her Subjects, and command that none  
Shall dare t'obey her, or defend her Throne;  
'Tis sure damnation to 'em if they will  
Yield Homage to her, or her Laws fulfil.   

12.  
All that the sacred ●ond of Oaths have signed,  
Or their Allegiance does their Conscience bind,  
We freely here discharge, and hold it true,  
That from this time there's no obedience due:  
For why, she is deposed by our consent,  
And quite suspended from her Government.   

13.  
Unquestionable is my Power, for I  
Am Prince of Nations, and Enthroned on high  
Above the Powers, on me the Kingdoms wait;  
I Kings set up, and excommunicate:  
I Princes can deprive, and with my frown  
Root Kingdoms up, and tumble Nations down:  
I can discharge all Subjects Oaths, as well  
I curse them can, and give them up to Hell.  
My Power is boundless, and I'm like that God  
That Rules on high, I bear his mighty Rod.    

Thus haughty Man presumes, that is but Dust,  
To blaspheme Heaven: Thus Man that is unjust  
Confronts his Maker, and conspires to be  
His equal, both in Power and Majesty;  
Assumes that greatness to himself alone,  
That Saints, nor Angels dare not think upon.  
Thus he deceives the World, and draws aside  
The simple Soul, a Sacrifice to's pride;  
And trains him up in cruel Massacres,  
To murder Kings, and burn their Palaces;  
Lay Cities low in Dust, no Treason spare,  
Embroil the Nations in a Civil War;  
Hatch bailful Plots, as secret as the shade,  
And with deceit all gild their hellish Trade.  
From such Dire Men good God protect our Land,  
And save our King with thy preserving Hand;  
Give him the power and strength, that he may still  
Tread on the Necks of all that seek his ill.   
FINIS.   

London, Printed for D. M. 1678.  
With Allowance.