A Politic CONFESSION OF FAITH: Calculated for the Meridian of both CHURCHES.  
So as Reading each Column by itself, it Suits with the belief of the most Zealous Papist, but putting both together, as one Line, Agrees with the Tenets of every Good Protestant.  
Composed for the Assistance of weak Catholics, in the necessary Art of Equivocation.  
Quo teneam Protea Nodo.  

I Still will Stick  
To Catholic  
Holding for Faith  
What Rome's Church saith,  
Beyond whose Pale,  
All truth doth fail,  
Doubting, I repair  
To's Holiness Chair,  
And Bow my Knees  
To Images  
Where Kings are Head,  
The Flocks misled  
To Saints I pray,  
'Tis the right way,  
God's Word I keep,  
From simple Sheep,  
And hold no wrong  
In a strange Tongue  
Dread Purgatory jail  
'Tis no idle Tail,  
Prayers, and Pence,  
May Bail us thence,  
Priests are Ill-sped,  
Who dare to Wed,  
My Creed Consents  
Seven Sacraments,  
Where th' Altar's dressed,  
People are Blest,  
And he's an Ass  
Who shuns the Mass  
To the Reformed way,  
Adieu, It leads astray;  
What England's Church avows,  
My Conscience Disallows:  
Pure Doctrine's only Sown,  
Where the Pope's power men own:  
To Scriptures Decision,  
I Answer with Derision;  
To the Laws of my Prince,  
Paying small Reverence;  
Subjects are not to blame,  
To think the Pope Supreme:  
What Worship can be true.  
That is accounted New:  
Free from all Superstitions,  
I defend old Traditions:  
I'th' Common Prayer, who saith  
Amen, hath a strange Faith:  
I value not a Pin,  
To Act a venial sin:  
Merits I allow,  
The People will have it so:  
Who do Assert Confession,  
Honour most their Profession:  
The Cup toth' Laity,  
'Tis sure Impiety:  
Service is scarce Divine,  
With Table, Bread, and Wine:  
Who that Communion flies,  
Is Catholic and Wise,   
FINIS.   

London, Printed for Benjamin Harris, in Bell-Ally in Coleman-street, at the sign of the Stationers-Arms. 1673.