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<HEAD>A BULL SENT BY POPE PIUS</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">To encourage the Traytors in <HI>England,</HI> pronounced again&s;t Queen <HI>Elizabeth,</HI> of ever glorious Memory; &s;hewing the wicked de&s;igns of Popery.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SInce <HI>Con&s;tantine</HI> the Great, who&s;e bounteous Hand,</L>
<L>Impow'rd <HI>Romes</HI> Prelates with &s;uch va&s;t Command,</L>
<L>Ambition &s;wells them, and they &s;carce think fit,</L>
<L>The World &s;hould hold the Seat whereon they &s;it.</L>
<L>Kings have their Foot&s;tools been, Imperial Crowns</L>
<L>Pounded to Attoms by their fatal frowns;</L>
<L>The unhing'd Nations top&s;ie-turvy turn'd,</L>
<L>Clande&s;tine Tumults, peaceful Cities burn'd;</L>
<L>With direful Plots unripp'd the Seams of State,</L>
<L>Murder'd their Kings, and Thrones laid de&s;olate.</L>
<L>This blu&s;tring Monarch's Wings did Trea&s;on rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t from a Monk to gain an Abbots place;</L>
<L>From thence a Prior, next a Hat all red,</L>
<L>Declares with pride the blood him&s;elf has &s;hed.</L>
<L>This poor di&s;tre&s;&s;ed Monk thus drawn from's Cell,</L>
<L>At la&s;t &s;torms Heaven, and breaks the Gates of Hell;</L>
<L>Eaths Pillars &s;hakes, confines the terrene World,</L>
<L>In his conceit the Globe's on Rockets hurl'd;</L>
<L>And arrogates more power than he who made</L>
<L>Man out of Du&s;t, And all this Structure laid:</L>
<L>To cloak which mon&s;trous pride, Saint <HI>Peter</HI>'s Hood</L>
<L>Is worn by him, though &s;mear'd with Martyrs Blood,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;acred Eyes ne're view'd a Martyrs doom,</L>
<L>Except his own when Crucified at <HI>Rome;</HI></L>
<L>But his Succe&s;&s;ors, far more great than good,</L>
<L>Are fle&s;h'd with &s;laughter, drunk with &s;teeming blood.</L>
<L>The&s;e but the &s;hade of that Succe&s;&s;ion be,</L>
<L>Yet dare pretend more Sanctity than he;</L>
<L>He ne're di&s;pers'd horn'd Bulls, nor breath'd a Cur&s;e</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Lord's Anointed; no, nor wor&s;e,</L>
<L>Sent Villains out to murder peaceful Kings,</L>
<L>Indulg'd with Pardons tipp'd with Poy&s;on Stings:</L>
<L>To &s;ilence all that dare defend, we will</L>
<L>In&s;ert their own prepo&s;trous Popi&s;h skill.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;ure they'll not deny, or if they do,</L>
<L>The Nation knows their Negative's untrue.</L>
<L>A dreadful Sentence blown by Papal breath,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the great renown'd <HI>Elizabeth;</HI></L>
<L>The glory of her Sex, who&s;e Virgin Zone</L>
<L>Environ'd with mercy her e&s;tabli&s;h'd Throne;</L>
<L>A Bull more fierce than tho&s;e that <HI>Ba&s;an</HI> bred,</L>
<L>To pu&s;h the Royal Crown from off her Head(</L>
<L>Di&s;charge her Subjects, and Commotions rai&s;e,</L>
<L>To &s;et the Nation in a <HI>Roman</HI> Blaze:</L>
<L>From <HI>Pius Quintus,</HI> and his daring Crew,</L>
<L>This Cur&s;e was &s;ent, let Chri&s;tians take a view.</L>
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<HEAD><HI>The Bull again&s;t Queen</HI> Elizabeth.</HEAD>
<LG>
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Pius</HI> Rome's <HI>Bi&s;hop, &s;erving God on high,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To be remember'd to Eternity.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Chri&s;t has appointed me Supreme, that none</HI></L>
<L><HI>Without my leave &s;hou'd dare to mount a Throne:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Princes my Va&s;&s;als are, their pow'r's from me;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I Kings depo&s;e, and &s;et their Subjects free.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Since</HI> Peter <HI>Rules the Church, my Pow'r is good;</HI></L>
<L><HI>He &s;igns my Warrant, and I wear his Hood.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L><HI>I take all pains, and &s;pare no labour, yet</HI></L>
<L><HI>The wicked do to &s;uch a number get;</HI></L>
<L><HI>They di&s;anul the Dictates I Command,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And what's unju&s;t, my &s;acred Rites with&s;tand.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Fir&s;t,</HI> Englands <HI>Queen has ta'ne the Ma&s;s away;</HI></L>
<L><HI>No Sacrifice, no Prayers, nor Fa&s;ting-day;</HI></L>
<L><HI>No choice of Meats, nor Law for &s;ingle Lives,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Again&s;t my will the Clergie take them wives.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L><HI>She has U&s;urp'd the Kingdom, and maintains</HI></L>
<L><HI>Her &s;elf Supreme, and wre&s;ts from me the Rains</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of Eccle&s;ia&s;tick Government; the Land</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is almo&s;t drawn from my Pontifick Hand:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Obedience is deny'd, my Prelates &s;ent</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;trong Confinements, or to Bani&s;hment.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L><HI>She has removed all that &s;tood for me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;o di&s;plac'd the chief Nobility:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of &s;uch Inferiour Men her Council's made,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As know not me, yet dare my Right Invade.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L><HI>My Rebels too of</HI> Flanders <HI>&s;he receives;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e I Command to dye, &s;he &s;till Reprieves.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L><HI>For the&s;e, and &s;uch like Crimes, we think it fit</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Cur&s;e on her, and all that prompt her, light;</HI></L>
<L><HI>All tho&s;e that dur&s;t our &s;acred Will controul,</HI></L>
<L><HI>From our dread Cur&s;e mu&s;t Ran&s;ome back her Soul.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L><HI>By Deprivation here we put an end</HI></L>
<L><HI>To all the Rights, or Claims &s;he cou'd pretend</HI></L>
<L><HI>Unto the Kingdom, what&s;oe're they be;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To all her Power, and late Authority.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>11.</HEAD>
<L><HI>We charge her Subjects, and command that none</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall dare t'obey her, or defend her Throne;</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis &s;ure damnation to 'em if they will</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yield Homage to her, or her Laws fulfill.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>12.</HEAD>
<L><HI>All that the &s;acred <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ond of Oaths have &s;ign'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or their Allegiance do's their Con&s;cience bind,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We freely here di&s;charge, and hold it true,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That from this time there's no obedience due:</HI></L>
<L><HI>For why, &s;he is depos'd by our con&s;ent,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And quite &s;u&s;pended from her Government.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>13.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Unque&s;tionable is my Power, for I</HI></L>
<L><HI>Am Prince of Nations, and Enthron'd on high</HI></L>
<L><HI>Above the Powers, on me the Kingdoms wait;</HI></L>
<L><HI>I Kings &s;et up, and excommunicate:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I Princes can deprive, and with my frown</HI></L>
<L><HI>Root Kingdoms up, and tumble Nations down:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I can di&s;charge all Subjects Oaths, as well</HI></L>
<L><HI>I cur&s;e them can, and give them up to Hell.</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Power is boundle&s;s, and I'm like that God</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Rules on high, I bear his mighty Rod.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus haughty Man pre&s;umes, that is but Du&s;t,</L>
<L>To bla&s;pheme Heav'n: Thus Man that is unju&s;t</L>
<L>Confronts his Maker, and con&s;pires to be</L>
<L>His equal, both in Power and Maje&s;ty;</L>
<L>A&s;&s;umes that greatne&s;s to him&s;elf alone,</L>
<L>That Saints, nor Angels dare not think upon.</L>
<L>Thus he deceives the World, and draws a&s;ide</L>
<L>The &s;imple Soul, a Sacrifice to's pride;</L>
<L>And trains him up in cruel Ma&s;&s;acres,</L>
<L>To murder Kings, and burn their Palaces;</L>
<L>Lay Cities low in Du&s;t, no Trea&s;on &s;pare,</L>
<L>Embroil the Nations in a Civil War;</L>
<L>Hatch bailful Plots, as &s;ecret as the &s;hade,</L>
<L>And with deceit all guild their helli&s;h Trade.</L>
<L>From &s;uch Dire Men good God protect our Land,</L>
<L>And &s;ave our King with thy pre&s;erving Hand;</L>
<L>Give him the power and &s;trength, that he may &s;till</L>
<L>Tread on the Necks of all that &s;eek his ill.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>D. M.</HI> 1678.</P>
<P><HI>With Allowance.</HI></P>
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