O the Catholick Cause! now assist me my Muse, Neither will I Pray to St. Bridget to Day, But only to thee to Inspire me. Whence should Purity come, but from Catholick Rome ? For St. Peter was there, and left an old Chair, For this Sacred old Wood is so excellent good, That whoever sits there, needs never more fear ; 1 If the Devil himself should (God Bless us) get up, Yet whilst he sat there, as divers will swear, Now who sits in this Seat but our Father the Pope? If this will not suffice, yet to open your Eyes, If you give but good heed, you shall see the Host bleed, An Image shall Speak, or at least it shall Squeak, You shall see without doubt, the Devil cast out, He shall skip about and tear, like a Dancing-bear; If If yet doubtful you are, we have Relicks most rare, Should I tell you of all, it would move a Stone-wall, That each one may prepare, and rub up his Ear, The Second PART. To the same Tune. No They O that Pestilent Book! Never on it more look, It has done more Men harm, I dare boldly affirm, As for Matters of Faith, believe what the Church saith, But for Scriptures leave that to the Learned; For these are Edge Tools, and you Lay-men are Fools, If ye touch them y'are sure to be harmed. But pray Be the Church's good Son, and your work is half done, If your Beads you can tell, and say Ave Mary well, Never doubt of the Heavenly Treasure. For For the Pope keeps the Keys, and can do what he please, And without all peradventure; If you cannot at the Fore, yet at the Back-dore But First by the way, you must make a short stay, Which the Learned us tell, in the Buildings of Hell, 'Tis a monstrous Hot place, and a Mark of disgrace, In the Torment on't long to endure? None are kept there but Fools, and poor pitiful Souls, Who can no ready Money procure. For a handsome round Sum, you may quickly be gone, For the Church has wisely Ordain'd : That they who build Crosses, and pay well for Masses, Should not there be too long detain'd. So that 'tis a plain Case, as the Nose on ones Face, We are in the surest Condition; And none but poor Fools and some niggardly Owls, What aileth you then, O ye Great and Rich Men, Since as long as y'have Pence, ye need scruple no Be it Murder, Adultrey, or Treason. And ye sweet natur'd Women, who hold all things common, My Addresses to you are most hearty; And to give you your due, you are to us most true, If you happen to Fall, your Pennance shall be small, We have for you a Cure, if of this you be sure D 2 There There is one Reason yet, which I cannot omit, If these Reasons prevail, (as how can they fail ?) You cannot conceive, and will hardly believe, For the Pope shall us Bless, (that's no small Happiness) The Italian Trade, which formerly made This Land to be so much ador'd. O the Pictures and Rings, the Beads and fine things, The good Words as sweet as Honey; All this and much more shall be brought to our Door, Then shall Justice and Love, and what can move, And Learning so common, that every Old Woman Then the Church shall bear sway, and the State shall obey, Which is now look'd upon as a Wonder; And the Proudest of Kings, and all Temporal things, Shall submit and truckle under. And the Parliament too, who have tak'n us to do, If any Man yet shall have so little Wit, As still to be Refractory; I swear by the Mass, he is a meer Ass Sir FRANCIS DRAKE: Or, Eighty Eight. To the same Tune. OME Years of late, in Eighty Eight, SON As I do well remember a; It was, some say, on the Ninth of May, The Spanish Train launch'd forth a-main, Whereas they thought, but it prov'd nought, There was a little Man that dwelt in Spain, Don Pedro height, as Black a Wight, King Phillip made him Admiral, The Queen was then at Tillbury, Away they ran by Sea and Land, So that one Man slew Three-score a ; O my Soul, we had killed more a. Then let them neither brag nor boast, Let them take heed they do not speed, A |