The Great Turks terrible Challenge, this yeare 1640.
Pronounced against the Emperour of Germany and the King of Poland by
Soloma Hometh who lately deceased, but continued by his bro-
ther Ibraim, the first of that name.
To the tune of My bleeding heart, or Lets to the wars againe.
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YOu that desire strange newes to heare,
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Unto my story now give eare,
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Great warres there is pronouncd of late,
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By him who doth all Christians hate:
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Gainst Romes Imperiall Majesty,
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And King of Poland joyning nigh,
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By the great Turk who would devoure,
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Each Christian kingdome by his power.
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Soloma Hometh called so,
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This Tirant grat and Christians foe,
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At three and thirty yeeres of age,
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Death finisht up his dayes and rage:
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Yet for all that their Turkish hate,
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Gainst Christian kings doth naught abate,
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But God deliver Christians all,
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That they by such do never fall.
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Though death did happily prevent,
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The cruell Tirants bad intent,
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Yet hee which doth him now succeed,
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More terrors to the world doth breed:
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Whose bloody purpose is inclinde,
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To prosecute as twas designd,
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The Christian kingdomes to devoure,
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But God confound the Pagans power.
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With fearfull sentence challenging,
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Romes Emperor, and Polands king,
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Their Princes, Peeres, and Pope also,
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With all that there adjoynes unto:
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For by their kingdomes crownes they sweare,
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To come before their Cities there,
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But God deliver Christians all,
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That they by such do never fall.
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And will with thirteen kingdomes rise
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The Christian world for to surprise,
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Full thirten hundred thousand strong
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Of Turkish powers to march along,
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With full intention to subdue,
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The Christian princes with this crew,
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But God deliver Christians all,
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That they by such do never fall.
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Nay more say they, behold at length
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With all our great Imperiall strength,
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Such as by you was never seen,
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Nor yet in any kingdome been:
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Weell come your nations to destroy,
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Which you shall never more injoy,
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But God, etc.
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With mighty power for to subdue,
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The Germane Emperor, and pursue
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Him to the end with fire and sword,
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And tiranny to be abhord:
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Also the Polanders devoure,
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With force of armes and Pagans powre,
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But God deliver Christians all,
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That they by such doe never fall.
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The second Part to the same Tune.
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THey give them for to understand,
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How they will terrifie each land,
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To rob to murther and destroy
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With burning all they do injoy,
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And put them to the cruellest death,
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That ever was devizd on earth:
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But God deliver Christians all,
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That they by such do never fall.
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Their bloody minds they thus reveale,
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The golden scepter and the seale,
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Of Rome say they wee will suppresse,
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And fill your nations with distresse,
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And those say they we prisners take
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More worse then dogs of them weele make
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But God etc.
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The Turke against the Polands King
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Five hundred thousand strong doth bring
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And of Tartarians by him sent
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To Wallachy Seventy thousand went
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Which puts the country in great fear
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To see their enemies so neere:
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But Lord etc.
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The king of Poland for this end
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Lord Palatine to Rome did send
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Embassadors to certifie
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There enimies aproached nigh,
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In the meanetime the Polander
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Great preparation makes for warre,
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But Lord, etc.
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The Turkes of Tunnis and Argier
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To aggravate the peoples feare
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With sixty saile of galleys goes
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The Christian kingdomes to oppose,
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Such preparation there is still,
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As may the world with rumours fill.
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But God, etc.
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A greater navy there is more
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Providing neere the Turkish shore
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Of ships and Gallies sixscore sayle,
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Least they should of their purpose fayle.
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The Knights of Malta they likewise,
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For to prevent their enemies,
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The landing of the Turks to stop,
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Have strongly blockt their Harbors up.
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Within five leagues the enemies,
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From the Poloni[a]n frontiers lies,
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Where unawares they chancst to fall,
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On the Polonians Generall.
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Who with foure hundred men and horse,
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Went to discry the Turkish force,
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But most part of his men are slaine,
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And he with hurt return'd againe.
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So that in Poland there is bred
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By them great terror and much dread,
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For to behold their enemy,
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So strong against their frontiers ly,
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For which they have prolaim'd a fast,
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That God in mercy at the last,
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May rid them of these Pagans all,
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That they by them may never fall.
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