A Nest of Nun's Eggs, strangely Hatched, with the Description of a worthy Feast for joy of the Brood.  
 

HEre Rome's Religion (like a we●●am'd Arbour  
Is showed, and how their Vermin breed & Harbour:  
For as the Branches have no Top or Root,  
So Rome's Religion hath nor Head or Foot.  
And as those winding Sprays do twine about,  
here, there, and every where, both in and out,  
So fair, so even, well framed, so orderlike,  
Which doth Content to blinded senses strike,  
Yet who so views it well, shall in Conclusion  
Find no way in or out, but all Confusion  
which unto us most plainly doth Relate  
That all their Doctrine is most intricate.  
A Labyrinth; a Turning winding Maze,  
Religion's Ape, and Follies only Gaze.  
The Black Ground of the work resembles Night,  
To which a 3. Crowned shape gives Lantern light.  
Whilst on the other side old Bacon face,  
(The Abbot of St. Idiots, or such place)  
Pores which his 4. Eyes, and expects much good,  
From two fair Nuns, that sweetly sit abrood,  
Poor painful Creatures, with Posteriours bare,  
They sit on Eggs, with Diligence and Care,  
And for no help to them shall wanting be,  
An ancient Friar doth hold their backs you see.  
The Abbot, and the Pope, on both sides watch  
To see what these two goodly Creatures Hatch.  
And with much joy, the business is begun,  
One Egg brings forth a Friar, and one a Nun  
Which on both sides the 〈◊〉, you may perceive  
The Nuns with joy, their brood aloft do heave.  
Two Harpies, o'er their heads strange Gesture makes,  
With heads like Men, and bodies, like to Snakes,  
Shows their Religion, hath a face divine,  
And each where else most Snakelike Serpentine.  
The Pope, and Abbot's Rump two Squirrels bear,  
That skip from Tree to Tree, now here, now there,  
Which shows, that as those Beasts no where doth tarry,  
So doth their Moon-like Doctrine change and vary.  
Two gaping Fowls upon their Backs do stand,  
Doth show that they do prey on Sea and Land.  
Then Bacchus on his Tun in state doth sit,  
Armed with a Roasted Goose, upon a Spit:  
Drawn by two Clowns; and on the other side,  
A hooded Carl doth on a Wilchin Ride,  
And in his hand doth three broiled Gudgeons bear,  
Makes haste to meet the Goose in his Career,  
Drawn by an ancient Nun and Friar, with speed,  
To feast, for joy of this New hatched breed.  
The Goose and Gudgeon, Emblems are I know  
Of such as do the Pope obedience show,  
Whilst all degrees, from Court unto the Clown,  
Draws daily profit to the triple Crown.   
FINIS.   

Printed at London for J. T.