[The plucking down of the romish church]
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[?] Romish church is that cage alone
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[?]e al filth and stinch doth smel very strong.
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The Angel therefore cryeth to old and yong,
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Saying: come away from her my people spedely,
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Least ye be partakers of the beastes iniquity.
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For this is even she, whych with her fornication,
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Hath made almost all princes commit adultery,
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And eke hath made them dronke with her superstition
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Wherby she hath got up to great authority.
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The blood of gods saints, she dranke plentifully.
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Therfore as vengeance to you she hath shewed,
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Double to her againe let the same be repayed.
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Pul down her shop of wares, wherbi she hath got
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Al the treasures on earth, and ruled the same,
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Both Emperours & Kings this beast spared not,
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But placed and displaced, as pleased thys Dame.
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Therfore shal God now descry her whole shame,
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And eke pul down her shop of marchandise,
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With al her marchants, which therby did rise.
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Wherfore O ye Marchants of the Romish Babell,
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Weepe, howle, and wayle, for neare is your fall,
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The blood of Gods saintes for vengeance crieth fel
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And God now in wrath on you poure it shall.
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Come away from her therfore Gods people all,
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Least ye be partakers of her plagues and evyll
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And so in fire & brimston be burnt with the devyl.
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Emprors & Kings with many a great kingdome
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Entend to destroy us, and have no remorce.
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Behold here our shop which enriched our purse,
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How it to ruine begynneth to fall,
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For the top thei have broken, & down thei wil have all.
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Our pardons & relickes which was our beginning
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Is nought now regarded, and found all but lyes,
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Our masses & dirgies which kept us aloft raining
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Are now not beleved, but al folke them despise.
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The Lutherans at these did first enterprise,
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And at them so pulled, that the top they have broken
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Of our hie steple, which the same doth betoken
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And now the Hugonites, with the Beggers together,
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With al force they may are pulling at the rest,
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Which is our authority, and punishment severe,
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And eke our stout ruling from East unto West.
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Thus al these three at our church before prest,
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To shew their great power in pulling it down
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Which out out alas, wyll be done to to soone.
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Wherfore O romish Babilon, we now the bemone
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And also our own selves which lived by thee.
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Now wringing our hands, we wepe, sigh & grone
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For this our destruction which draweth so nye.
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All nations now playnly our falshood do spy,
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And our great cruelty they do so detest,
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That til we be destroyed they wil not be at rest
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