The shamefull downefall of the Popes Kingdome
Contayning the life and death of Steeven Garnet, the Popes chiefe Priest in England:
being executed in Paules Church-yard in London the 3. of May last. 1606.
To the tune of, Triumph and Joy.
Garnet, the Popes chiefe wandring Priest, his habite and attire.
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LEt all true English heartes now sing
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Unto the Lord our heavenly King,
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Which Treasons unto light doth bring,
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To th' Authors endlesse shame.
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No Treason was more vild and bad,
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Which Popish crew conspired had,
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To make all England morne and sad,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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Nor former age was ever bent,
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Such Treasons strange for to invent,
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And turne them to so ill intent:
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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The Treasons all, God hath bewraide,
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Which Pope & Priests and Papists laide:
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For God above is still our ayde,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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These thirtie yeares no Traytors spight
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Was wrought against the Gospels light,
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Nor yet against our Soveraignes right,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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But Steeven Garnet (voyde of grace)
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Knew when, and how, and where the place
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That Treasons plotting were apace,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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He travaile did both farre and neare,
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Like to a Woolfe and ravenous Beare,
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To keepe poore silly soules in feare,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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He hath seduced many a soule,
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And in his Booke did them inroule,
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To make them pay the Divell toule,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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[?]lesse Priest which ever sought
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For he to bring them in th[e] briers,
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Hath sent part hence for to be Friers:
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And trayterous seducing liers,
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To Papistes endlesse shame.
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The Women Nunes he hath ordayn'd,
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Thinking thereby that he hath gain'd:
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Their soules in Hell for to be chain'd.
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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His Pardons and his Buls are crost,
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His Popish dignitie is lost:
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His Reliques eke, to his great cost,
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And Papists endlesse shame.
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His holy Bones, and holy Stockes,
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His holy Shirtes, and holy Smockes:
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Are come unto the Hang-mans boxe,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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His (Holinesse) pride is now puld downe,
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Which Traytors lov'd in Citie & towne
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Derricke (the Hang-man) hath his gowne
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to Papists endlesse shame.
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Now naught availes his holy Masse,
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For time hath brought it so to passe,
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That he is proovd worse then an Asse,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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His Abbots, Priors, Monks, & Friers,
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And other his religious squiers,
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Have proov'd themselves all to be liers,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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Their great Commaunder he is gone
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Which Holinesse seemde to put on:
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But proovde himselfe a trayterous on[e]
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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And by the Shirifes of London [?]
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Hee thence was brought with m[?]
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Even as a Woolfe forst from his [?]
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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In Paules Church-yard on Scaff[?]
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Was built a Gibbet painefully,
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On which this ravenous Wo[?]
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To Papists endlesse sham[e.]
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Unto which place they did him b[?]
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There for to learne him for to si[?]
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And take his farewell in a string,
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To Papists endlesse shame.
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Hee traytor-like was hanged there
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But that to hange they did him sp[?]
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Till he was dead: that was his share
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to Papists endlesse shame.
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Hee then was quartered presently,
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By Derricke and his men then by,
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To be set up in places hie,
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to Papists endlesse shame.
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Hee well was called Garnet [?]
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Being counterfayte to [R]
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For his reproch will still [?]
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to Papists endlesse sha[me.]
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Let Poope and Papistes h[?]
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That such a Counterfayte w[?]
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Which hath their Kingdome [?]
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to Papistes endlesse sham[e.]
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And let them with Candle[?]
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Curse all the Divels their f[?]
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Which makes them against k[?]
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to Papists endles shame[.]
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Let Christians p[?]
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Which brough[t ?]
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And hath t[?]
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to P[apists endlesse shame.]
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