A BULL
SENT BY
POPE PIUS
To encourage the Traytors in England, pronounced against Queen Elizabeth, of ever glorious Memory; shewing the
wicked designs of Popery.
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SInce Constantine the Great, whose bounteous Hand,
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Impowrd Romes Prelates with such vast Command,
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Ambition swells them, and they scarce think fit,
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The World should hold the Seat whereon they sit.
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Kings have their Footstools been, Imperial Crowns
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Pounded to Attoms by their fatal frowns;
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The unhingd Nations topsie-turvy turnd,
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Clandestine Tumults, peaceful Cities burnd;
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With direful Plots unrippd the Seams of State,
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Murderd their Kings, and Thrones laid desolate.
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This blustring Monarchs Wings did Treason raise,
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First from a Monk to gain an Abbots place;
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From thence a Prior, next a Hat all red,
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Declares with pride the blood himself has shed.
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This poor distressed Monk thus drawn froms Cell,
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At last storms Heaven, and breaks the Gates of Hell;
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Eaths Pillars shakes, confines the terrene World,
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In his conceit the Globes on Rockets hurld;
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And arrogates more power than he who made
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Man out of Dust, And all this Structure laid:
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To cloak which monstrous pride, Saint Peters Hood
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Is worn by him, though smeard with Martyrs Blood,
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Whose sacred Eyes nere viewd a Martyrs doom,
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Except his own when Crucified at Rome;
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But his Successors, far more great than good,
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Are fleshd with slaughter, drunk with steeming blood.
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These but the shade of that Succession be,
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Yet dare pretend more Sanctity than he;
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He nere dispersd hornd Bulls, nor breathd a Curse
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Against the Lords Anointed; no, nor worse,
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Sent Villains out to murder peaceful Kings,
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Indulgd with Pardons tippd with Poyson Stings:
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To silence all that dare defend, we will
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Insert their own prepostrous Popish skill.
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Tis sure theyll not deny, or if they do,
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The Nation knows their Negatives untrue.
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A dreadful Sentence blown by Papal breath,
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Against the great renownd Elizabeth;
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The glory of her Sex, whose Virgin Zone
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Environd with mercy her establishd Throne;
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A Bull more fierce than those that Basan bred,
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To push the Royal Crown from off her Head (
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Discharge her Subjects, and Commotions raise,
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To set the Nation in a Roman Blaze:
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From Pius Quintus, and his daring Crew,
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This Curse was sent, let Christians take a view.
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The Bull against Queen Elizabeth.
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I.
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Pius Romes Bishop, serving God on high,
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To be rememberd to Eternity.
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Christ has appointed me Supreme, that none
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Without my leave shoud dare to mount a Throne:
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Princes my Vassals are, their powrs from me;
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I Kings depose, and set their Subjects free.
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3.
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Since Peter Rules the Church, my Powr is good;
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He signs my Warrant, and I wear his Hood.
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4.
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I take all pains, and spare no labour, yet
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The wicked do to such a number get;
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They disanul the Dictates I Command,
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And whats unjust, my sacred Rites withstand.
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5.
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First, Englands Queen has tane the Mass away;
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No Sacrifice, no Prayers, nor Fasting-day;
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No choice of Meats, nor Law for single Lives,
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Against my will the Clergie take them Wives.
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6.
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She has Usurpd the Kingdom, and maintains
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Herself Supreme, and wrests from me the Rains
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Of Ecclesiastick Government; the Land
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Is almost drawn from my Pontifick Hand:
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Obedience is denyd, my Prelates sent
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To strong Confinements, or to Banishment.
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She has removed all that stood for me,
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And so displacd the chief Nobility:
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Of such Inferiour Men her Councils made,
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As know not me, yet dare my Right Invade.
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8.
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My Rebels too of Flanders she receives;
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Those I Command to dye, she still Reprieves.
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For these, and such like Crimes, we think it fit
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Our Curse on her, and all that prompt her, light;
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All those that durst our sacred Will controul,
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From our dread Curse must Ransome back her Soul.
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By Deprivation here we put an end
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To all the Rights, or Claims she coud pretend
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Unto the Kingdom, whatsoere they be;
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To all her Power, and late Authority.
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We charge her Subjects, and command that none
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Shall dare tobey her, or defend her Throne;
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Tis sure damnation to em if they will
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Yield Homage to her, or her Laws fulfill.
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12.
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All that the sacred Bond of Oaths have signd,
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Or their Allegiance dos their Conscience bind,
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We freely here discharge, and hold it true,
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That from this time theres no obedience due:
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For why, she is desposd by our consent,
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And quite suspended from her Government.
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13.
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Unquestionable is my Power, for I
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Am Prince of Nations, and Enthrond on high
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Above the Powers, on me the Kingdoms wait;
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I Kings set up, and excommunicate:
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I Princes can deprive, and with my frown
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Root Kingdoms up, and tumble Nations down:
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I can discharge all Subjects Oaths, as well
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I curse them can, and give them up to Hell.
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My Power is boundless, and Im like that God
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That Rules on high, I bear his mighty Rod.
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Thus haughty Man presumes, that is but Dust,
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To blaspheme Heavn: Thus Man that is unjust
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Confronts his Maker, and conspires to be
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His equal, both in Power and Majesty;
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Assumes that greatness to himself alone,
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That Saints, nor Angels dare not think upon.
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Thus he deceives the World, and draws aside
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The simple Soul, a Sacrifice tos pride;
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And trains him up in cruel Massacres,
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To murder Kings, and burn their Palaces;
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Lay Cities low in Dust, no Treason spare,
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Embroil the Nations in a Civil War;
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Hatch bailful Plots, as secret as the shade,
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And with deceit all guild their hellish Trade.
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From such Dire Men good God protect our Land,
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And save our King with thy preserving Hand;
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Give him the power and strength, that he may still
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Tread on the Necks of all that seek his ill.
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