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A01890	Babels balm: or The honey-combe of Romes religion With a neate draining and straining-out of the rammish honey thereof. Sung in tenne most elegant elegies in Latine, by that most worthy Christian satyrist, Master George Good-vvinne. And translated into tenne English satyres, by the Muses most vnworthy Eccho, Iohn Vicars.; Melissa religionis pontificiae. English	Goodwin, George, fl. 1607-1620.; Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652.	1624 (1624)	STC 12030; ESTC S103245	56,801	130

That vnderneath the Popes Rule Faiths Rule come The Satyres of this Booke 1 OF the Popes Supremacie 2 Of the Authoritie of the Pope of Rome 3 Of the Interpretation of the Scriptures 4 Of the false Doctrine of the Church of Rome 5 Of the blasphemous fiction of Merits and Workes of Supererogation c. 6 Of the fond fiction of Transubstantiation 7 Of the corrupt conditions and wicked liuing in the Citie of Rome 8 Of the couetous buying and selling of all things vnder the Popes power and iurisdiction 9 Of the most formidable and abominable Powder-plot by Papists with their horrible-authorized libertie to perpetrate any villany 10 Of the holy Reliqu●s Traditions and other admirable Inuentions of the Church of Rome OF THE POPES SVPREMACY THE FIRST SATYRE THE ARGVMENT Rome striues contriues how Popes may vncontrold Solely and wholly Keyes Crownes Scepters hold ROME the Worlds wonder Stage of Mitred Bands Hath Papall Power of Empire in hir Hands For heere the Pope succeeds in Peters Right Which is as cleere at Noone as 't is at Night The High-Priests Chaire heere Peter placed hath But this me thinkes smels more of Fame than Faith Heere on a seuen-fold Beast the treble Beast With triple-Crowne doth ride each solemne Feast Yea heere the Babylonish Bawd most fine A Scarlet Godhead with rich Iemmes doth shine Fie fie poore Peter and penurious Paul Doe ye not blush presumptuously to call Your selues the Popes great Grand-sires y' are to blame That you thus thinke his Holinesse to shame Alas y' are Both deceiu'd his Papall Throne Buds blowes and blossomes bigge and broad is growne Your Slaue of Slaues is now a Lord of Lords The best of Men no equall Him affords Logicke lacks Phrases to define your Pope He must haue more then Categories scope Hee 's yet not found can find or firmely say What How How great 's the Pope and Papall sway Romes power 's distinct from other powers all Of all Powers else Romes hath no Generall The Pope is peerelesse Rome knowes none more Royall This Realmes He Men surmounts past all deniall See heere Gods Steward Heau'ns Controuler great Blowne bigge with Badges swel'd with supreme Seate Stately he stalkes and walkes his Blasphemies Fill Heau'n and Earth and his mad Pride implies This monstrous Monarch Tetrach terrible Is his Flocks Wonder Thund●r horrible Religion brought forth Riches this rich Daughter Repaies her Dam with Death not long time after All Sacred things their Sacred Pope's aboue To Him nought's Sacred but Golds Sacred loue Peter t' exceede more than succeed he ioyes Tenths of his Honour none almost enioyes His Sea 's a Sea of Wealth But let me chuse A Man to grace his place This Popes refuse And why alone to Peter's this Charge giuen Why are the Rest from State and Office driuen In Paul not any many spots in Peter We find why then for Paul was 't not much meeter At least Saint Iohn whom Christ esteemed Best Ought to be priz'd preferr'd before the Rest. Yet Peter ne're was deckt with Iems and Gold Was no Key-keeper no Sword-bearer bold Rode not with Strappes and Trappes in Scarlet Gownes Not dawb'd with Pearles or Princely golden Crownes Peter Colleague-ship with the Priests desires The Pope ●o be the Prince of Priests aspires Peter was ne're attir'd Centurion-like Peters Successor oft times Caesar-like Meekenesse gaue to Saint Peter Primacy An humble mind was his Priority Peter a Fisher Peters Impe a Fighter A Stone was Peters Throne the Heau'ns his Mitre And what was Paul euen equall to the best Greater than he not any of the rest Yet he for Christs sake ioyes in bonds and blowes Ergô the Pope is greater than Both Those Christ of a Heauenly not an earthly Throne Had the Fee-simple Peter other None If Christ had heere no Kingdome how should Hee Place Peter where Himselfe would neuer be And is 't not strange Heau'ns Kingdomes Key should ope The doores of Earthly Kingdomes to the Pope He which so grossely guls beguiles each Nation Besots himselfe with Reasons depriuation Alas fond Flash ô earthly glory shallow What wry-waies by-waies tak'st thou Christ to follow Alas they void not Christs but Worlds offence Which vse to chuse such carnall sottish Sence What Christ prescribes That Anti-Christ proscribes Is 't like that Christ this Function him ascribes What Right of Title Titles-Right is there Where nought but Shew of Title doth appeare As Spend-thrifts boast of Title All being gone So insubstantiate Shades Popes build vpon He faineth Christ but followes Satan still Serues God in Words denies him in his Will Th' Apostate Priest sits oft in Peters Chaire Whom to call Pope not Pius we may dare As Polypus sticks to each Rocke of 's shape And by that craft few fish his Iawes doe scape So forging faining Peter Christ Faiths Rocke His Pseudo-founded Faith th'vnwise doth mocke The Ground-worke's hid the top is seene to all To what end tend these wiles Pontificall The reason 's plaine and Pluto's paths lye ope What of this false Profession is the Scope Now then behold the Popes Monarchike might Which Hee by Christs allowance claimes as Right This Heau'nly Vice-roy Peters proper Heire Christs office holds sits shines in Peters Chaire The supreme Bishop awelesse lawlesse quite An Earthly god a two-leg'd monstrous Wight Beyond all Beings great beyond Relation The Court the Church he rules by vsurpation Wheth'r Anti-Christ Lesse-Christ or Other-Christ With Christ his Rule by right must needs be high'st In vnder For Christ all Power heere in Heau'n To this Key-keeper Rockey Father's giuen Thus writ that Faith-lesse frantike Fauourite Vnfit great Iewell for thy opposite And why may not the Pope as worthy claime The honour due to great Iehouah's Name Why maist not call him Iupiter Earth's Thunder Yea Elohim the Worlds great God of Wonder Vnto the Mount that Mounte-banke saies plaine I lift mine Eyes which doth my state sustaine That all the World must bow to th' Pope of Rome Who e're beleeues not he to hell doth doome As at a becke the Lord of heauen rules All So here his Sheepe the Pope hath at a call This Priestly Pilot for the Church 't is knowne Is like a Ship Christs Ship can rule alone He which the Popes pipe knowes not perfectly Is none of this great Shepheards Sheepe surely Others Rule 's finite his is infinite Theirs but a Beame of his All-supreme Light His patent Prouince both for Grace and Place Specious and spacious bowes before his face As with huge Waues the Sea small dewes doth sup So his great Power lesse Powers deuoures drinks vp Therefore He in submission to him holds Captaines Commanders Shepheards Sheepe Sheepe-folds He 's poore can count his flockes this Shepheard great Hath farre moe Sheepe than foode for them to eate Councels and sacred Synods he excels An hyperbolicke-Priest in Gods house dwels This Romish Briareus Hydra fell For Hands and Head to rule doth all excell To

Consecrate to you Right Honourable whom I euer knew since I euer knew any thing most exquisitely endued and adorned furnisht and accomplisht with all generous and ingenious Vertues and Discipline Whence th● reason why his Maiesty made you his worthy Principall Secretarie cannot be Secretly hidden but most conspicuously euident to me to all others But by this Poeme the Proeme of my principall intention is sincerely to lay downe a perpetuall Pledge and merited Memory of my obsequious obseruance of that great Fauour and Courtesie wherewith your Honour hath euer graced and embraced mee And of that firme Faith which I heere endeuour to defend and wherein I am most certainely assured you are most confidently and immoueably settled But I trust your Honourable Courtesie will conniue at and excuse me if as I am Acrior paulò 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a somewhat sharp and tart Opposite to the Antichristian-Crew the syllables and sentences in diuers places being transposed and alternated I seeme to say reiterate one and the same thing Since that euen from my first vndertaking of this Worke thus once vndertaken I vndertooke to display and disperse the fragrant and odoriferous Flowers of various Authors and not onely to write diuers things but to write them diuers waies and truely to depaint the power of Popery to be no lesse sumptuously spacious than auariciously Capacious But aboue all my heart hath eagerly exasperated my Hand and ready Pen to the vtmost of my power to pull downe the intolerable and abominable Pride of Rome whereby her Babylonicall Bishops haue with the Hornes of their Insolency butted at the Princes of the Earth shewing themselues to be nothing else indeed than the sirely Sons of Saturne and an aspiring Off-spring of robustious combustious Phaetontine haughty Spirits Neither shall the Reader finde heere any flourishing veines or straines of painted Poetry and fabulous Fictions My prime purpose in the fashioning and framing of this Honey-Combe being to furnish it with a more beautifull Cluster of Theologie than a bountifull Crop of Poesie Nor haue I been ambitiously busie to cite my Authors Names on the Margines For what I write I write to those who as Saint Augustine saies are willing to reade and wise to vnderstand and who together with mee doe either already know or easily may know whatsoeuer I haue writ Finally Heere you ha●e neither a few nor all matters touching the Romish Religion Let whoso will giue my Booke a Bill of Diuorce But from your right Honourable Humanity and Customary Courtesie I vndoubtedly expect and hope to find Fauour for what I haue done and Pardon for what I haue pretermitted and left vndone Your Honours most duely deuoted GEORGE GOODVVINNE THE TRANSLATOVR TO HIS TRVELY INGENVOVS and most ingenious Authour Mr. Gall'd-backed Babel dost thou kicke and winch Enrag'd with smart of Goodwinnes tart Balme-Plaster O may it sting thee still and pricke and pinch Romes corrupt crue and her most leprous Master God yet giue grace that Some may some Good-win Enlightned by Gods guide to see Romes sin Goodwinne did This One speciall end propound Of his sweet Satyres And euen so doe I Of my meere Oaten-Pipes plaine rusticke sound Deriu'd rare Goodwinne from thy Melodie Wherein poore Pan hath curious Orpheus found Inimitable in his Harmonie Needs then I say must Mine be all the blame Not Thine if Romes Wilde-beasts be not made tame Excuse therefore kinde Sir what 's mis-committed Pardon I pray if ought be ill-omitted Your most truely louing friend I. V. To the most Dis-courteous Momish Catholike whose greatest Grace is a graceles gracious Kisse at his Vn-holy Fathers Great-Toe Greeting ROmish Catholike to Thee This I send if Bee thou be Or if Waspe or sting-lesse Drone Or if humming Hornet knowne Herein Thou shalt Flowers find Various for thy curious mind Whereon thou maist suck thy fill And with Romish Momish skill By thy Honey-thighs to thriue Garnish furnish Romes Bee-Hiue Heere the Pope thy Master-Bee Christs Vice-gerent thou maist see Peters Heyre-apparent true Claiming as his proper due Heau'n Earth Hell and Purgatory Farre transcending Them in glory To whose Keyes and Crosier-Staues Kings and Keisars must be Slaues And all this for right and good Is seene heere as cleare as mud Heere is shown how Thy great Father Planted hath for Thee to gather Plants which doe Christs Plants excell Flowers which haue more fragrant smell Than the Scriptures Killing-Letter Therefore making Honey better Whereby Romes most sacred Hiue And sweete Swarmes full fatly thriue Heere Thou Henbane-Merit hast Broad-way Flowers here are plac't Asse-Cucombers Cats-tayle tall Wolues-claw Goose-grasse great small Goat-Beard Bucke-Beanes Dragons-Blood Mad-hearbe Cog-wort and Popes-wood Penny-male and Female faire Virgin-marke and Maidens-haire As for Scriptures Hearbe of Grace Patience Hearts-ease These as base Hee hath for thy sake displac't Lest they should offend thy taste Or if tasted Him displease And his totall Swarme disease Therefore those that most delight Thee Stand heere ready to inuite Thee Then seeke sucke what Thou thinkst best And to Honey-Combes digest What thou hast so well collected And Fellifluously confected That so Thou and all the Swarme In your Hiue may chaunt and charme As for Mee the onely gaines I could wish for all my paines Is that my best Helpe prest Power Able were to teare the Tower Of proud Babels Master-Bee Master of much Villanie Whose decay and downefall di●e Truely duely Hee 'l desire Who is a hearty Ill-willer to the im-pure hollownesse of his im-pious Holinesse IOHN VICARS IVDGEMENT VPON HIS WIT. IF e're Translatour did deserue a Bayes It is thy full desert nor full thy Prayse They changed sad-Inuention you briske Wit Formes and Transformes vnto all formes of it Rendring in most the straine in all the sense The Wits will feare thy sting and get them hence If any stay and pish the cause is seene The matter not thy manner moves their spleene Bloud-rudilie Rome thou hast drawne much Saints blood This hath drawne Thine pray God it does thee good If this faile with the rest th' art d●sp'rate sure No Balme for Babel nought that Wh●re can cure You haue my Censure had you Romes Cens●res too They could be but as I am All for you THOMAS SALISBVRY Bach. in Diuinitie The Argument of the Poeme ONce Satan hatch't an Egge full of foule Hope Whose Birth by Fraud and Pride became a Pope How fondly men breake Serpents Egges Romes pride Dos't to their hand and giues a Pope beside Another The Popes great Pride and Pompe Emperiall Did make him Head will make him head-long fal● Against Papall Supremacie Romes High-Priest late like Sol aloft did shine Like falling-S●arre now droops drops feares his fall His patent Rule by potent Wrath diuine Now turnes to Ashes late a Cedar fall Another As encreast decreast is the Popes great power And Rome which flourisht fades now like a flower A Briefe of the Romish Religion Of all Summes here 's the Summary chiefe Summe