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Thus to the World affy'd, not crucifide:
Worlds thirsty Loue, Romes Father hath euen fry'de.
His Workes Hee workes by sacred Policy:
But, these to God are Atheisme most high.
Christs Throne is Heau'nly, Heau'nly things doe muse:
But Papall Pride, an earthly Throne doth chuse.
Yet, vaine's this Choice, which chooseth Earthly things:
For, by such choice, toward God hee folly brings.
Satan stalkes, walkes, seeking whom to deuoure:
The same doth Romes Cosmopolite each houre.
That this Possessour poore may gape for moe,
'Twixt Riches, Rapine, his great Thirst doth grow.
Bohemoth hopes to drinke vp Iordan dry:
And none Romes gaping Gulph can satisfie.
With vnseene Shackles, Law-snares intricate,
This sharking Sepheard, Sheepe can captiuate:
Thy Church (O Christ) a Money-Mart Hee makes▪
Seekes not thy Lambes, but Lands t' himselfe he takes.
Good Manners, not great Mannours God best prizeth:
His Steward Mannours Loues, manners despiseth.
For, This Priests Polipheme and Atlas stout,
By these Tricks, trimes & props Gods House throughout.
Most craftily strange Grins and Gins hee laies.
His hollow-heart hath thousand wilie-waies.
Of which, Gold-Bringer, brauest of them all,
His Loue, his Life, his Wife, Hee (well) doth call.
His zeale is Amphisbaena; serues two Lords:
The World good seruice; God, hee none affords.
The Gifts of Good-gift-Giuers make them Popes:
Who want at home, at home may sit, like Mopes.
Vice-Christ, Lawes firmes, and them repeales by Bribes.
But, hee Gods Lawe, prostitutes and proscribes.
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Iohn Baptist, Herod did forbid to wed
His Brothers wife; This Popes haue suffered.
Paul became All, to All, a Soule to get:
All Vice-Christs care is on his owne gaine set.
Oh Christ, Thy Guests Thou'lt first inuite, then vrge:
Thy Vicar, will them threaten, force, and scourge.
Thy Head (O Christ) a Crowne of thornes did teare:
Vice-Christ, a Triple Crowne of Gold doth weare.
Thus, strangely better, is this Head Papall,
Than Peter, Paul, Iohn Baptist, CHRIST, and all.
This Fee-Fowler, Wealth-watching Argus fly,
Spreadeth Gold-catching Snares, most cunningly,
Sinners by Summes being tax'd; Is Coine so vicious?
Gold (sure) is Heresie: T'haue Wealth, pernicious.
Thus, guilty-Gold, in Bird-lime Lawes is caught:
And Nothing deadly, but a man t'haue Nought.
If Gold-death Antidots, yer dead, thou haue:
From deadly-Sin thy Soule He'le (surely) saue.
For, Romes Bullipotent, indulgent Pope,
All euill of paine and guilt remooues, I hope.
Touching least Trifles, hee doth Lawes ordaine:
All which are quickly voide by precious Gaine.
The truncke is little, whence a Fly sups blood:
And to the Pope least Lawes bring greatest good.
At Toyes Hee'l rage, winkes at most wicked things:
If happy Gaine fly forth with golden wings.
Sins shackles shaken off, thou'lt quickly see,
And pure Soules fly to Heau'n, if Gold them free.
Giue to the Pope, and dare each damned deed:
Actours foule Acts no punishment can breed.
All's pardonable to Gift-giuers All:
Their Sin's as Vendible, as Veniall.
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Thus theirs at Rome the Purses dire decay:
But no soules health, no forcing sinne away.
Giue, Giue, Giue oft, this Romish Horse-Leach cries▪
And, by her food, fierce hunger still doth rise.
All vnction, all compunction is from gold:
And he wants Nought, that hath most yellow mold.
Romes Mother-Church, her Teats ties-vp from none:
By whose good Gifts, she fat and faire is growne.
But, here obserue (for this distinction stout
With oft ing••mination they giue-out.)
Peters chaire's great, aboue all Lawes his Might:
And to the Pope Gods power is due by right.
A Sym••nist he's not, Gratis giues he:
Giue, and he'le Giue; take thou, he'le sharer be.
He giues to thee, thou to him, what's more cleare?
Thus, Loue reciprocall must loue endeere.
Why mention I, the traps, toyles, money-Meanders,
Of Romes world-thirsting couetous commanders?
Romes vnfill'd intricate Charybdis broyles;
And, though too wealthie, swallowes wealthy spoyles▪
The Church of Rome, hath power Omni-potent;
And liuely liuer-veines Omni-p••tent.
Deformed R••les, enormed Rites, Romes Court,
Doth at her wicked will inuent, support.
Her Courts with wranglings ring, Goodnesse is whipt:
Her tatling Troopes, with Gold, their tongues haue tipt:
Gold-griping Eloquence pleades free from scath:
Such power Romes Rhetorician (Riches) hath.
Besides, at Rome (whens'ere no causes be)
Cause-pleaders, straight, cause-coyners turn'd, you'l see.
Here Lawyers may fell Lawes, most lawfully;
Because by Bribes a Lawyers Bench they buy.
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In plodding Plebeans many matters, they
Despise dispatch; deuise and watch delay.
If Wealth come, Rome will welcome thy dispute:
If thou bring nought, then stay at home, be mute.
Wealth-wanting Louers, Lais loue in vaine:
And Rome loues none, that bring not gold and gaine.
Rome streines at Gnats, and swallowes Camels downe:
The Guiltie sh••'le forgiue, on Guiltlesse frowne.
She'le vexe poore Lambes, and let proud Lions goe:
For Wolues and Foxes faults, her Sheepe feele woe.
Thus, is Romes Papall Iustice to be sold:
And Goddesse Themis to be hirde for gold.
The Popes foule faults are facts Apostolicke:
His flockes fraile facts are faults Apostaticke.
Wonders I write: but what, has not Romes throne,
And all ore-ruling power of Bishops done?
Great Grand-Sire, Guide of Guides, Romes demi-God:
Thus are thy flockes rulde with a Golden-Rod.
O how (besides Romes Abaddon) th' art right,
Nummipolizing Pope, Law-breaking wight?