The _Pope_ aloft on Armed Shoulders Rides, And in vain Hopes the English spoils divides; His _Leaden Bull_ ’gainst good _Eliza_, roares, And Scatters dire Rebellion round our Shoars. The Priest _Blesses_ the Villians, Chears them on, And promises Heav’ns Crown, when her Crown’s won. But God doth blast their Troops, their Counsels mock And brings bold Traitors to th’ deserved _Block_. _Figure 2._ _Don John_, who under Spain did with proud Hand The then unsever’d _Neitherlands_ Command, Contrives for Englands Conquest, and does Hope To Gain it by Donation from the Pope. Yet to Amuse our Queen does still pretend _Perpetual peace_, and needs will seem a friend; But Heav’n looks through those Juggles and in’s prime, Grief Cuts off Him and’s Hopes All at a time. _Figure 3._ Spains _King_, and _Romes_ Triple-Crown’d Pelate Joyn, And with them both bold _Stukely_ does Combine _Ireland_ to conquer, And the Pope has sent, For that Blest work, an _Holy Regiment_; But in their way at _Barbary_ they call, Where at one Blow the _Moors_ destroy them All, See here, what such Ambitious Traitors Gain, The shame of Christians is by _Pagans_ Slain. _Figure 4._ The Priests, with _Crosses_ Ensigne-like displaid, Prompt bloody _Desmond_ to those spoiles he made On Irish Protestants, and from afar Blow Triumphs to Rebellions Holy War; But against Providence all Arts are vain, The Crafty, in their Craft are over-tane; Behold where _kill’d_ the Stubborn _Traitor_ lies, Whilst to the _Woods_ his _Ghostly Father_ flies. _Figure 5._ What trusty Janizaries are Monks to _Rome_. From their dark Cells the blackest Treasons come. By the Popes License horrid Crimes they Act, And Guild with piety each Treacherous Fact. A seminary Priest, like Comets Blaze, Doth always Blood-shed and Rebellion Raise, But still the fatal Gibbet’s ready fixt For such, where Treason’s with Religion mixt. _Figure 6._ Mad _Sommervil_, by Cruel Priests inspir’d To do whatever mischiefe they requir’d, Swears that he instantly will be the death Of good and Gracious Queen _Elizabeth_. Assaults her Guards, but Heav’ns protecting pow’r Defeats his rage makes him a Prisoner: Where to avoid a just, though shameful Death, Self-strangling hands do Stop his loathsome breath. _Figure 7._ Whilst _Spains_ Embassador here Leiger lies, Designs are laid the English to surprize; Two Catalogues his Secretary had Got The better two effect the Hellish Plot. One all our Havens Names, where Foes might Land, To’ther what Papists were to lend an hand. For this base Trick he’s forc’d to pack to _Spain_ Whilst Tyrburn greets confederates that remain. _First are describ’d the Cursed plots they laid. And on the side their wretched ends displayd._