And indeed the people of the Ecclesiastical State are so ill satisfied, and so ill treated by the ill Government of _Rome_, that is by the _Popes_ Nephews who domineer and lord it over them, that from morning to night they fill the air with their exclamations, from one corner, _When will there be an end of their Extortions_? from another, _O God revenge the cruelties of these Nephews_, _who have ruin’d us_. Nor do the curses thrown out against the Nephews rest at the people only: The very Priests and Ecclesiasticks themselves do daily sacrifice upon their Altars for the destruction of them, who devouring all they can get, leave not the good people so much as will pay for the celebration of a Mass. In the time the Duke of _Parma_ was in Arms against the State Ecclesiastick, then in the possession of the _Barberini_, the Cardinal _Francesco_ gave order for the performing the forty hours prayers in his Cathedrals to incourage the People, and to oblige them to pray to God for the extirpation of the enemies of the Church. But whilst the _Letany_ of the Saints was singing, a certain _Roman_ Gentleman, at the pronounciation of these words, _Ut inimicos Sanctæ Ecclesiæ humiliare digneris_, told a Friend of his that was by, _The Church has no greater Enemies than the_ Barbarini, _who molest it both at home and abroad_, _so that our Prayers to heaven ought to be_, _to be delivered from them and their Arms_. From hence it may be argu’d, That they who bear a secret hatred and detestation of the Nephews, retain it even in the Church, and the place where they ought to pardon all, and are still contriving revenge; and because they find there is no sure way of freeing themselves from their tyranny in this World, they send up their Prayers privately to Heaven: As if they were afraid of the correction of their _Popes_, who would by no means suffer the Faithful to appeal against their enormity to the Divine Tribunal, but for all that they do not desist. Others apply the small durance of the _Popes_ Families to that Philosophical saying, _Nullum violentum durabile_, as if the great haste and violence they use to make themselves great were that that precipitated them: Like Plants, that by a thousand Arts may be forc’d to bear fruit, and that out of season: But how? Those Artifices, that do offer violence, as it were, to Nature, do not conserve it long; but, weakened by the supernatural force, it loses in a short time its native vigour and is not afterwards to be recovered by all the operations of Art.