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<P>THE Je&s;uits Gho&s;t, WITH THE PRAYER OF THE <HI>Turki&s;h Monarch</HI> TO CHRIST.</P>
<P>Through which he Obtained a Mighty Victory again&s;t the Papi&s;ts, at the Field of <HI>VARNA.</HI></P>
<P>Occa&s;ioned by their wicked Perjury, in Breaking that League they had &s;o Solemnly Sworn to Keep.</P>
<P>Written by <HI>R. C.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON.</HI> Printed by <HI>John Wallis,</HI> for the Author. 1689.</P>
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<HEAD><HI>THE</HI> JES&V;IT'S GHOST.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>FRom re&s;tle&s;s &s;hades, my trembling Gho&s;t a&s;cends,</L>
<L>To vi&s;it Earth and &s;ome peculiar Friends,</L>
<L>Now all things are at re&s;t and quiet found,</L>
<L>I only ri&s;e and walk the &s;ilent round,</L>
<L>In this Dark moment I'll the matter end;</L>
<L>For which the Bull does with the <HI>Te&s;t</HI> contend;</L>
<L>And <HI>Romes</HI> Religion open from the root,</L>
<L>Who&s;e branches flouri&s;h with Forbiden Fruit,</L>
<L>And &s;uch as puts ev'n Heaven to the Blu&s;h,</L>
<L>Who does their Actions with ju&s;t anger cru&s;h.</L>
<L>Can they with great Omnipotence prevail</L>
<L>Who Daily Vows with Bloody Victims Seal?</L>
<L>Or he be Pre&s;ident, to &s;uch as have</L>
<L>So many hundred back-ways to the Grave?</L>
<L>To Kill an Heretick, they 'count no more,</L>
<L>Than to Debauch, and then Ab&s;olve a Whore.</L>
<L>Tho' what's expected but a Tyburn rod.</L>
<L>From greedy Prei&s;ts that Eat and Drink their God,</L>
<L>In Ma&s;&s;acres their cruel rage out-flies</L>
<L>Softning tears of beautious Virgins Eyes,</L>
<L>Could they proceed in their unhuman way,</L>
<L>They'd turn the World into a <HI>Golgotha,</HI></L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="foot"><HI>Phocus,</HI> when he had by the help of <HI>Boniface</HI> Bi&s;hop of <HI>Rome,</HI> Mardered <HI>Maricius</HI> the Emperor and all his Child|ren, and Seated him&s;elf on the Throne, in requital for his a&s;&s;i&s;tance in &s;o Barbarous a murder, made <HI>Boniface</HI> Pope, then call'd Vniver&s;al Bi&s;hop.</NOTE>By Murder fir&s;t the Pope, a&s;&s;um'd his Throne,</L>
<L>Since to what rage is Super&s;tition grown,</L>
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<L>On his Dark Reign, Oppre&s;&s;ions Duely wait,</L>
<L>Like Pe&s;tilential Air to bla&s;t a State,</L>
<L>When Sword, and Powder fails, than Fire mu&s;t</L>
<L>Lay &s;plendid Cities level with the Du&s;t:</L>
<L>Of Perjury allow, and pardon too,</L>
<L>So much dete&s;ted by the <HI>Turk</HI> and <HI>Jew:</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Varna</HI> &s;ure might &s;ilence this blind work,</L>
<L>When Chri&s;t gave that great Battle to the <HI>Turk.</HI></L>
<L>The &s;pacious field with Popi&s;h blood was dy'd,</L>
<L>And Conquering <HI>Amurath</HI> did in Triumph ride,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Heav'n &s;tood Neuter, the <HI>Hungarian</HI> Sword</L>
<L>Victorious grew, but the high injur'd Lord,</L>
<L>Viewing the League the perjur'd <HI>Chri&s;tians</HI> broke,</L>
<L>Grew pale with anger at the impious Work.</L>
<L>Condemn'd the crime and they receiv'd their doom,</L>
<L>From the rough Sons of the Loud Cannons Womb:</L>
<L>But the&s;e are meritorious Acts in them,</L>
<L>Yet what them&s;elves in others do Condemn:</L>
<L>Their Giddy zeal con&s;i&s;ts on bits of Wood,</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="foot">The Cro&s;s of <HI>Chri&s;t</HI> was carried by one Man at fir&s;t, and in all the <HI>Abbys Mona&s;teries,</HI> and <HI>Cells &amp;c.</HI> there are &s;o many pieces of it, as if they were Solid would build a Ship of a <HI>1000 Tun. 3</HI> Nails were only u&s;ed in the Crucifying our Ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Saviour,</HI> yet they produce as many Nails as are needful in the Building of &s;uch a Ship.</NOTE> On Cro&s;&s;es, Nails, and reliques of the good:</L>
<L>In fine and co&s;tly Robes, in gaudy paint,</L>
<L>To deck and beautify the Idol Saint,</L>
<L>In Gilded Temples, <HI>Incen&s;e,</HI> rich perfume,</L>
<L>As if this World was the <HI>Elizium.</HI></L>
<L>So Dazling Lights delude the &s;illy fly,</L>
<L>Who hov'ring courts the flame untill it die:</L>
<L>But I, in vain, the&s;e fallacies deplore;</L>
<L>Beyond the Grave repentance hath no pow'r,</L>
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<L>Were I to live again I'd then extol,</L>
<L>That part of heav'nly breath the pretious Soul,</L>
<L>And all my pious thoughts with heav'n engage,</L>
<L>And &s;hun the fla&s;hy Prie&s;t-craft of the age,</L>
<L>Which, ju&s;t Like bubbles, bore up by the Air,</L>
<L>Look beautifull and break, then di&s;-appear.</L>
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<L>This daring Nation when we'd thoughts to bring</L>
<L>To <HI>Romes</HI> obedience as an offr'ing,</L>
<L>We and the angry Dame in Council &s;at,</L>
<L>As if we wou'd unweave the Lume of Fate,</L>
<L>The <HI>Cyclops</HI> when for mighty <HI>Jove</HI> they wrought,</L>
<L>Was not &s;o toil'd and full of various thought,</L>
<L>Then all our minutes bu&s;ie were, and we,</L>
<L>To Helli&s;h Stratagems gave Liberty,</L>
<L>Perfidious <HI>Petres</HI> with a Fawning &s;mile,</L>
<L>Said, Heaven decrees for us this wealthy I&s;le,</L>
<L>Than for the promis'd Land he boldly pre&s;t,</L>
<L>Cried out 'tis time, 'tis time we were po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>Po&s;t on he rid through fiery Zeal pretends,</L>
<L>Gold was his Guide, at Hell his Journey ends,</L>
<L>So &s;mooth to his kind Prince he made the way:</L>
<L>He Little thought rank Trea&s;on in it Lay,</L>
<L>But Traytors, like fal&s;e Coin, do fair appear</L>
<L>To all mens eyes but the Di&s;coverer.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Seduc'd the King his Nobles to Decline,</L>
<L>Who are the Light by which all <HI>Monarchs</HI> &s;hine,</L>
<L>None but fal&s;e &s;tones, no not one Glorious <HI>Gem,</HI></L>
<L>Was left to &s;parkle in his Diadem.</L>
<L>The <HI>Te&s;t</HI> and <HI>Penal-Laws</HI> we mu&s;t have down,</L>
<L>And not one man of Sence mu&s;t ware a Gown;</L>
<L>Thus to our tickling <HI>Magick</HI> we gave way,</L>
<L>Till we rais'd Spirits that we could not Lay,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t as the <HI>Devil</HI> did the project Start,</L>
<L>In our <HI>Cabal</HI> we had his Counterpart:</L>
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<L>Famous for Bawling, and &s;u&s;pected wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Tho' one grain of Sence is worth a pound of Noi&s;e,</L>
<L>This precious Plant &s;o worthy to be prais'd</L>
<L>Upon <HI>White-Chapel</HI> Dunghill fir&s;t was rais'd:</L>
<L>Yet was the third great Engineer of State</L>
<L>Pick'd out to ruine the <HI>Immaculate,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Divine Church,</HI> that like a timely Spring</L>
<L>Rai&s;es from Darkne&s;s every Living thing;</L>
<L>By Lawle&s;s pow'r he &s;trove to Undermine,</L>
<L>But Heaven did Fru&s;trate the Damn'd de&s;ign,</L>
<L>Re&s;enting that to their Defame alone,</L>
<L>For what's the <HI>Ca&s;ket</HI> when the Jewel's gone?</L>
<L>Even in the Nick of time, Heav'n gave the word:</L>
<L>As <HI>I&s;aac</HI>'s Angel &s;topt his Fathers Sword,</L>
<L>So the <HI>Prophetick Fro&s;t</HI> did &s;ubject bring</L>
<L>To its Chill Scepter every humid thing.</L>
<L>All bodies fa&s;t in that <HI>Cold Chain</HI> were bound,</L>
<L>No Spring to murmur, unle&s;s under ground;</L>
<L>But in a trice Di&s;&s;olv'd this Tyrants Pow'r</L>
<L>Who&s;e Ruins flouri&s;h in his Conquerour.</L>
<L>And you who for Eternal Ble&s;&s;ings call,</L>
<L>Look up, repent, make no Demur at all,</L>
<L>But to the Sacred Church obedient be,</L>
<L>Heavens bright Cealing is their <HI>Canopie.</HI></L>
<L>In threatning &s;torms their pious Lu&s;tre &s;hew'd,</L>
<L>Like Stars that Glitter through a Gloomy Cloud;</L>
<L>But <HI>Rome</HI>'s blind Zeal depends on Beads and Toys,</L>
<L>Impious Nacks more fit for Apei&s;h Boys,</L>
<L>Than means to Compa&s;s Everla&s;ting Joys,</L>
<L>Hark! <HI>Pluto</HI> calls, the <HI>Stygian</HI> Furies quake.</L>
<L>The Guilty Howl, in that <HI>Sulphureous</HI> Lake,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t de&s;cend to his Imperial Thron,</L>
<L>Yet when I'm there, he's Jealous of his Crown.</L>
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<HEAD>THE Breaking of the LEAGUE.</HEAD>
<P>A League being made for ten Years between <HI>A|murath,</HI> Sixth King of the <HI>Turks,</HI> and <HI>&V;ladis|laus,</HI> King of <HI>Hungaria:</HI> one Swearing upon the Holy <HI>Evangeli&s;ts,</HI> the other upon the <HI>Alcoran. Amurath</HI> departed with his Army again&s;t <HI>Scanderbeg:</HI> not long after the <HI>Hungarian</HI> Clergy finding an advantage in the <HI>Turks</HI> ab&s;ence. <HI>Julian</HI> the <HI>Cardi|nal</HI> and the re&s;t of his Hopeful Brethren, per&s;wadeth King <HI>&V;ladi&s;laus</HI> to break the League, telling him no|thing could be more fond or incon&s;iderate, than in their Con&s;ultation to have regard to their private profit only, and not to the Publick, with|out re&s;pect of Religion, Hone&s;ty, or Con&s;ciene <HI>&amp;c.</HI> Thus getting the con&s;ent of the <HI>King,</HI> the <HI>Cardinal</HI> ab&s;olved him, who after March'd with a very great Army into the <HI>Turks</HI> Dominion. <HI>Huniades</HI> being General, which <HI>Amurath</HI> hearing of, prepared to meet 'em, and the Armies Engaged at the Field of <HI>Varna,</HI> where there was a Bloody and de&s;perate Battle Fought, in which the <HI>Chri&s;tians</HI> had the be&s;t for the mo&s;t part of the Day; &s;o that <HI>Amurath</HI> thought of nothing but Flight, and &s;eeing the <HI>Chri&s;tian</HI> En&s;igns Di&s;played with the <HI>Crucifix,</HI> pluckt the Writing out of his Bo&s;ome, wherein the Late League was Compri&s;ed, and holding it up in his hand with his eyes ca&s;t up to Heaven, Said</P>
<P><HI>Behold thou</HI> Crucified Chri&s;t, <HI>this is the League the</HI> Chri&s;tians, <HI>in thy Name, made with me: which they
<PB N="8" REF="5">have, without Cau&s;e, violated: Now if thou be a God, as they &s;ay thou art, and as we Dream, revenge the wrong done unto thy Name, and me, and &s;hew thy Power upon thy Per|jured People, who in their Deeds deny thee their God.</HI></P>
<P>No &s;ooner had <HI>Amurath</HI> ended this Prayer, but the Battle turn'd, and the <HI>Chri&s;tians</HI> were totaly routed. <HI>&V;ladislaus</HI> kill'd, <HI>Huniades</HI> fled, <HI>Julian</HI> the <HI>Cardinal,</HI> the Bi&s;hop of <HI>Veradiun,</HI> and the Bi&s;hop of <HI>Agria,</HI> with mo&s;t of the Clergy, all &s;lain, who were the only Authors of that unju&s;t War: And for all the King of <HI>Hungaria</HI> broke the League, and Invaded <HI>Amurath,</HI> yet he, by rea&s;on of his Oath, re&s;igned his Kingdom up to his Son, of which you may &s;ee more at Large in the Reign of <HI>Amurath</HI> Pag. 277.</P>
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