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TO [ A] POPE URBAN THE EIGHTH, JOSEPH Bishop of EXCESTER wisheth Right Wits and Charity.
WHY may not the meanest Bishop be bold to expostulate with a Pope? I crave no leave, neither need I; I take our antient [ B] liberty. I wis, there was no such distance of old betwixt Rome and Eugubium, or between my Ex and the chanell of Tiber. Hear now therefore (Pope Urbane) that which ere long thou shalt hear with horror and confusion of face before that dreadfull Tribunall of Christ. These bloody blots of thine little beseem the Shepherd of a Christian Flock. What, is it for thee like a grim Herald to give the Summons to War? Is it for thee to excite Christian Princes (already too much gorged with blood) to the pro∣fligation and fearfull slaughter of their own Subjects? Were the Keyes for this cause committed to thy charge, that thou shouldest open the Iron gates of War, and the Pale gates of Death? Tell me, thou shadow of S.Peter, didst [ C] thou take these French Protestants for Malchus, whose ears while thou wouldst have cut off, thy sword by a light mistake glanc'd upon their throats? Or was it lately voiced to thee from heaven concerning these wretched Animals sta∣bling in France, Arise, Pope Urbane, Kill and eate? Art thou the Pilot of the Churches peace, and talkest of nothing but glittering helmets, swords and spears, instruments of war & bloodshed? What noise could the howling of the She-Wolf of thy Romulus have made, if this direfull note of thine become the Bell-weather of S.Peter's fold? Well, since thou wilt bespaul, bedribble the ashes of unhappy Rochel, and scatter with thy disdainfull breath the despised dust of that forlorn City; yet withall call to minde a little, how not many Ages are [ D] past since the time was, that the hereditary Sceptre of this thy now Lewis broke open the gates of Rome, demolished the walls, dispersed and slew the inhabi∣tants, and shut up thy great Predecessour laden with bitter scoffes and execra∣tions in his blinde dungeon. Neither shall many years run on again, (unlesse my presaging thoughts too much deceive me,) before the Angel shall shout forth, and the amazed world shall congratulate the fall of thy Babylon. Rochel's case shall ere long be thine own, (O thou most accursed City.) Blessed shall he be that rewardeth thee as thou hast rewarded us; yea happy he that shall take thy little ones, and dash out their brains against the stones. In the mean time, sport thy self at our miseries, laugh at our tears, make merry at our sighs, sing at our groans, [ E] and applaud our torments: But know for all this, there is a just avenger that looks down from his Heaven upon us, whose rod we at once kisse, and exspect his vengeance. Plead thou our cause (O God) yea thine own, only thine: why should not our confident Innocence appeal to thy Judgment? If there be any thing in the whole composure of our most Sacred Religion hitherto professed by us that hath issued out of the impure fountain of mans brain, let it even pe∣rish with the authors, yea let it utterly perish (O Lord) and be banished into that Hell whence it came: But if we never dared to obtrude any Doctrine up∣on the Christian world but that alone wherewith thou didst of old inspire thy Prophets and Apostles, and by those thine infallible pen-men didst faithfully [ F] deliver over to thine own people; surely then, either it must be our happiness to erre with thee (the God of Truth) or thou dost and wilt still ever maintain with us this thine only True and Evangelicall Religion.
But alas, poor souls! we are mistaken all this while: it is nothing else but pure Piety (forsooth) which we ignorantly condemn for Cruelty; 'tis the zeal