_From the beginning of the Reign of Queen_ Elizabeth. _Illustrated with Emblems and explain’d in Verse._
The _Pope_ aloft on Armed Shoulders Rides, And in vain Hopes the English spoils divides; His _Leaden Bull_ ’gainst good _Eliza_, roares, And Scatters dire Rebellion round our Shoars. The Priest _Blesses_ the Villians, Chears them on, And promises Heav’ns Crown, when her Crown’s won. But God doth blast their Troops, their Counsels mock And brings bold Traitors to th’ deserved _Block_.
_Don John_, who under Spain did with proud Hand The then unsever’d _Neitherlands_ Command, Contrives for Englands Conquest, and does Hope To Gain it by Donation from the Pope. Yet to Amuse our Queen does still pretend _Perpetual peace_, and needs will seem a friend; But Heav’n looks through those Juggles and in’s prime, Grief Cuts off Him and’s Hopes All at a time.
Spains _King_, and _Romes_ Triple-Crown’d Pelate Joyn, And with them both bold _Stukely_ does Combine _Ireland_ to conquer, And the Pope has sent, For that Blest work, an _Holy Regiment_; But in their way at _Barbary_ they call, Where at one Blow the _Moors_ destroy them All, See here, what such Ambitious Traitors Gain, The shame of Christians is by _Pagans_ Slain.
The Priests, with _Crosses_ Ensigne-like displaid, Prompt bloody _Desmond_ to those spoiles he made On Irish Protestants, and from afar Blow Triumphs to Rebellions Holy War; But against Providence all Arts are vain, The Crafty, in their Craft are over-tane; Behold where _kill’d_ the Stubborn _Traitor_ lies, Whilst to the _Woods_ his _Ghostly Father_ flies.
What trusty Janizaries are Monks to _Rome_. From their dark Cells the blackest Treasons come. By the Popes License horrid Crimes they Act, And Guild with piety each Treacherous Fact. A seminary Priest, like Comets Blaze, Doth always Blood-shed and Rebellion Raise, But still the fatal Gibbet’s ready fixt For such, where Treason’s with Religion mixt.
Mad _Sommervil_, by Cruel Priests inspir’d To do whatever mischiefe they requir’d, Swears that he instantly will be the death Of good and Gracious Queen _Elizabeth_. Assaults her Guards, but Heav’ns protecting pow’r Defeats his rage makes him a Prisoner: Where to avoid a just, though shameful Death, Self-strangling hands do Stop his loathsome breath.